Chu Zhiyuan moved steadily, his speed incredibly fast, like a wisp of light smoke, and in the blink of an eye, he left the Imperial City.
After departing from the North City Gate, his figure flickered and vanished, appearing on the peak of a mountain a hundred miles away the next moment, and after another flicker, he disappeared again, appearing on the peak of a mountain two hundred miles away.
The opposite of this mountain peak was also another mountain.
The peak of the mountain stood a golden statue, glittering in the light, towering at sixty feet high, majestic and grand, standing firm against the wind.
The statue was of a middle-aged man, with a subtle smile, hands in a sealing gesture, gazing compassionately at the mountains.
A group of fierce beasts slowly emerged from the forest, approaching the statue.
A few hunters venturing deep into the forest were curiously approaching the statue.
