Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The Golden Feather Eagle beat its wings and cleaved through the vast sky, its broad wingspan sweeping past the clouds and stirring up waves of howling wind.

Chen Qing sat cross-legged atop the eagle's back, his robes snapping sharply in the high-altitude currents, his gaze calm and still as he looked out over the rolling mountain ranges below.

In his mind, the words of Hong Yuan, the Night Clan's Night Wanderer, continued to linger, those pieces of information about the Night Sovereign, the Ancient Kingdom Ruins, and the ancestral remains of the Night Clan's forebears.

A flicker of contemplation crossed Chen Qing's eyes. He thought to himself, "Hong Yuan was on the brink of death at the time. He may not have told the full truth. He might have deliberately exaggerated his clan's strength to intimidate me, or he could have concealed certain key details."

"This information still needs to be verified."

He understood clearly that the Night Clan was cunning and unpredictable by nature. Taking one person's word alone was out of the question. When he returned, he would need to have Uncle Ping make use of every available channel, and even have Wu Xuan's side verify it once more.

Regardless of whether Hong Yuan's words were true or false, there was only one unbreakable truth in this world.

If the spear is fast enough, there is no need to worry about how many schemes the enemy has laid.

If the spear is sharp enough, it can break through every trap.