Since ancient times, tribulations have been both a harbinger of disaster and an elixir of immortality. Cultivators should welcome them, not shun them.
Reflecting on this, Zhang Fan's eyes grew brighter; although he knew this journey was fraught with danger, he was invigorated instead.
"Hey..."
Just then, Fang Changle nudged Zhang Fan with his arm. Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Fan saw Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan glaring at them, like they were under surveillance.
"Look, look, what's there to see?"
Zhang Fan glared, spat on the ground without concern for their wide-eyed stares, and pulled Fang Changle toward the exit of the hall, where they coincidentally ran into Zhang Wang.
"Ah Wang, I was just looking for you."
Zhang Fan waved his hand. Their group was about to head to Tusk Mountain, a place where Zhang Wang wouldn't draw attention.
"Once we leave, you should get out of here, preferably out of Huizhou Province..."
