After all, once Song Xianming recovered from his injuries, the likelihood of him breaking through to the Purple Mansion Stage was immense. This was undoubtedly a massive threat to the Lieyang Sect. Anyone in their shoes would try by any means necessary to crush such a threat in its cradle.
So, it remained to be seen what tricks the Lieyang Sect had up its sleeve...
As the warm sun began to rise, the Flying Ship skimmed over a vast, dense forest. Song Changsheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, vigilantly watching for the slightest disturbance from any direction.
It was the third day since they had left Luoxia City, and they were less than a day's journey from Fengxi Port. Yet, the Lieyang Sect's attack had still not come.
