As the dao lineament in Xu Qing’s right eye glittered, he looked off into the distance and coolly said, “If we want to know what treasures or other secrets Feng Lintao has, we can just ask him. And if he doesn’t provide the answer, we can ask Lan Yao and Yue Dong.”0

Erniu chuckled darkly, and his eyes gleamed with anticipation. He and Xu Qing accelerated, maintaining the concealment of invisibility as they raced through the canopy of heaven.0

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A few more days went by.0

During that time, the middle-aged cultivator who had captured Feng Lintao proceeded with utmost caution. He constantly shifted directions as he traveled, and he kept a close eye on his surroundings. Eventually, in a small random city somewhere, he handed Feng Lintao over to an unremarkable-looking old man. Then he flew away, and the fate threads that had formed the face of Yue Dong disappeared. His fate went back to normal, and he permanently forgot everything that had just happened.0

As for the old man, he left the small city and continued the journey that had been started by the other cultivator. The same thing happened about five times over the following two weeks.1

Every time Feng Lintao was handed over, a different person would take over and continue on the journey....0