WHOOSH!
Fang Han sped north along the main road. Using the Wind God Step, his green-robed figure was like a wisp of invisible wind, silently sweeping across the autumn wilderness.
Smoke curled up from cooking fires in the distant villages, and the faint sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard.
Occasionally, a few sparrows, startled from the withered grass, would flutter their wings and fly toward the gray-blue sky.
He didn't push his speed to the absolute limit, instead maintaining a pace that allowed for swift progress without missing any trace of the aura.
HUMMM—
He kept the Thousand-Mile Soul Lock active, firmly locking onto Zhang Yuanheng's aura.
The aura extended from the city gate, winding north along the main road. It grew stronger and weaker with the blowing wind.
Fang Han followed this aura, heading straight north.
「An hour later.」
The view ahead suddenly opened up, and a cluster of buildings built against a mountain appeared on the horizon.
