Han Li immediately stood up, walked out of his dwelling, and left the inn.
After hailing a carriage drawn by strange beasts on the street, he headed straight for the city gate in a certain direction.
The private mine was naturally not on the island, and its location was extremely remote. Even if he flew directly using his streak of light, it would take him several days to reach it.
Three days later, Han Li transformed into a faint green streak, shooting through the sky.
Below was no longer a rippling lake surface, but undulating dark green mountain ranges.
Suddenly, the mountain range ahead leveled out, revealing a tall peak as straight as a giant sword, towering over ten thousand feet high and appearing exceptionally majestic.
Upon seeing the peak, Han Li's face lit up with joy, and he murmured, "Finally arrived," then descended towards the peak without delay.
The green light receded!
