His figure fluttered, Chen Hai seemed like a ghost.
When he reached the area of the mountains he found suspicious, he became more cautious and slowed down his pace considerably.
Though it was daytime during this two-hour period, the red sun in the sky was still obscured by layers of clouds.
Near the mouth of the valley where the Spirit Boat was docked, towering trees stood and shrubs thrived.
Appearing as a mere faint shadow, Chen Hai moved through the shadows cast by the mountains and towering trees.
When he stealthily approached the area within tens of meters of the Spirit Boat, the dozen cultivators stationed nearby, who were chatting idly, still didn't notice a thing.
"Senior Brother, how long do you think it will take for Junior Sister to settle this matter?"
"The local forces within the West Barbarian Mountain Territory have some power, but this Territory is so barren; no matter how strong they are, they can't be too formidable!"
