"In other words," no matter when, Tang Luo could always retreat to Yuanzhou.
And since beating a snake without killing it only leaves a problem behind, Cao Ziqi was forced to abandon his thoughts of revenge because, try as he might, he couldn't find a way to kill him.
After all, he did not want to provoke such a formidable enemy for the Lin Clan because of a temporary grudge.
With a self-deprecating smile, Cao Ziqi painfully closed his eyes.
The silent Yinglong battle chariot sped through the wind, reaching the holy mountain of Yiqi in Zhongzhou in just a day and a night.
Having completed his training, Cao Changqing opened his eyes and exclaimed, "Big brother, how did we end up here?"
Ignoring the alarmist question, Cao Daochen slowly drove the Yinglong battle chariot down onto Welcoming Guest Peak of Yiqi holy mountain.
While several herb-picking disciples watched in astonishment, he shouted loudly, "Dao Chen from Beast Taming Sect, paying respects at Medicine God Sect!"
