In just one hour, the Lightning Wind Carriage had drawn near Lingyang City. Its speed alone proved the terrifying swiftness of the Lightning Wind Carriage.
With five Tier-3 beasts pulling it, the carriage seemed to fly. Yet a thick tension hung over everyone, and no one could fully enjoy the extraordinary ride.
Suddenly, the Lightning Wind Carriages began to slow down.
The Withered Old Man jumped down from the coach seat and strode toward the Governor and the Wind Spirit Carriage.
"You only have time to burn an incense. Beyond that, we will depart."
"Thank you. That's enough," the Governor said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Although the Wind Spirit Sect Master did not speak, his face was etched with gratitude.
Without wasting time, the two Golden Core Experts vanished into the night at their greatest speed.
This was no moment to hold back.
Seated inside the carriage, Mo Jian unfurled a small compass and studied it intently. His heart hammered in his chest.
