Jinfeng Ancient Country wasn't too far from Qixuan Country, but it wasn't close either.
At this moment, inside a dense forest, a massive blue python was slithering forward at high speed. The sheer force of its presence sent trees in its path flying and splintering apart. Atop its head stood a person.
It was none other than the Ice Python and Wen Qingye.
The Ice Python asked, "How much longer until we reach the Imperial City of Jinfeng Ancient Country?"
"Soon. We should be there by tomorrow," Wen Qingye replied, his gaze fixed ahead. Layers of Gang Wind passed through his body, flowing off to either side.
The Ice Python continued to press forward. An unknown amount of time passed.
Suddenly, Wen Qingye caught the scent of roasting meat wafting through the air.
"There's an expert up ahead!" the Ice Python said hurriedly, its body coming to a halt.
