Ling Zhenfei said: "Two lips can say anything they want."
Yanzi nodded again and said: "Then, Senior Brother Ling, we will be off."
Ling Zhenfei said: "Safe travels."
Yanzi Gate set out towards the west, Yanzi looked back at Ling Zhenfei, waving at him.
Ling Zhenfei also waved back at Yanzi, and then the group from Yanzi Gate disappeared into the forest.
The Lightning Bird descended from the sky, and Ling Zhenfei mounted it to continue heading deeper into the forest.
Riding atop the Lightning Bird, Ling Zhenfei consumed a few elixirs and began cultivating.
The previous battle with Tian Ming—they would be lying if they said they weren't hurt; each shock of Northern Spiritual Energy inflicted damage on Ling Zhenfei.
At that time, driven by vengeance, they hadn't thought much about it, but now having stopped, they felt their internal organs churning.
Ling Zhenfei glanced back at the gradually fading distance behind him.
