He was marked by a Blood Curse from that old monster of the Yin Demon Sect, as well as an irremovable powder left by Pei Yufeng.
It would be child's play for that old monster and Pei Yufeng to track him.
"Chu, get in the carriage."
Qin Fang called out.
But Chu Fan waved his hand. "I'll just walk."
He pushed off forcefully, his body shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow.
In just a few leaps, he vanished at the end of the street.
Qin Fang and Zhao Qingyan exchanged glances, their eyes full of confusion.
They could also use Qinggong to move faster than a galloping horse.
But riding in a carriage would conserve stamina.
Why waste Primordial Qi to travel right from the start?
Little did they know that Chu Fan was seizing every moment to cultivate his Running Technique.
For him, the owner of the Map of Mountains and Rivers, there was no such thing as pointless exertion—only the endless accumulation of Experience Points.
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