Half a month later.
In the deep of night.
Li Qian left Chen Bell Platform.
He did not ride out on Little Black.
After all, in the night, even if Little Black was mutated, flying was not very convenient.
Moreover, he was not as fast as flying himself.
Li Qian, wearing a black cloak, flew swiftly through the air. Below were dots of firelight – the bonfires of a migrating crowd resting.
Migratory groups of this scale were numerous, usually consisting of several villages or a town forming a team... along the way there were officials and martial artists from the Divine Sword Sect or other martial arts forces escorting them.
Since the world's anomalies, mutation incidents had escalated, resulting in many vicious beasts appearing in the wild. Without the protection of martial artists... an encounter with a beast attack could easily lead to severe casualties.
Li Qian's powerful spiritual perception swept around, detecting nothing unusual, and he flew towards a farther distance.
