Heading north, the cold wind was biting, and snowflakes danced in the air.
The surrounding scenery evoked the memories of Li Yunjing and Fu Chao, as if time had reversed, taking them back to those years of escape.
"Do you remember that Shaman tribe?"
On the deck of the "Cyan Cloud Ship", Fu Chao leisurely looked down at the vast land, showing a hint of a smile.
"Of course, I remember!"
Li Yunjing followed his gaze, nodded, and said, "Back then, we had to negotiate with those barbarians. Now, if we encountered them, I could suppress them all with one hand."
"Haha! You are indeed powerful!"
Fu Chao chuckled and sighed, "As for me, it's different! Even with my current strength, I still have to adopt a mobile strategy and fight them slowly!"
Saying this, Fu Chao couldn't help but shake his head.
They all entered the sect at the same time, and he used to be three or four minor realms higher than Li Yunjing. Now why is he trailing four or five minor realms behind?
