After leaving White Cloud City, Chu Feng set out on his own, his journey leading him toward Qingxuan Sect, the sacred land of Immortal Cultivation.
The way was anything but calm, with mortal merchant caravans, lone travelers like him, and the occasional appearance of bandits bespeckling the trip with incidents and encounters.
However, his luck was good, though it was unknown whether the system had anything to do with it.
Each time he faced peril, he somehow managed to turn danger into safety and escape.
Armed with the detailed route he had learned from Lin Xiao and aided by the occasional encounter with kind souls along the way, it took him one and a half years to finally stand at the foot of a majestic city.
Gazing at the gilded characters above the city gate, Chu Feng, leading a fine horse, let out a long, turbid breath.
"Qingxuan City... I've finally arrived!"
