The drizzle of the night washed everything to a serene quietness.
The Phoenix Clan's carriage stopped on an island reef in the Northern Sea, heading towards the Northern Border Pass, having not taken a break for two consecutive days.
Even if the cultivators could endure it, the spirit beasts pulling the phoenix carriage could not withstand this mistreatment.
The island reef was not small, after all, it was the territory of the Phoenix Clan, and there were quite a few members of the Sea Tribe living here. They all kept their distance, not daring to approach this dragon-like convoy.
Su Bei slowly opened his eyes, examining his internal condition, a faint bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
