...
Given the coachman's specialized trade, it took less time than it takes for half an incense stick to burn to arrive at their destination.
Ahead, on a low-lying mountain, the silhouette of a small temple loomed.
"Lord Shen, we've arrived," the coachman said respectfully.
Oddly enough, the rain had lessened again.
Shen Bai nodded, stepped down from the carriage, and sized up the mountain ahead. "Wait for me here."
Without hesitation, he unleashed Divine Thousand Miles, turning into an afterimage as he shot toward the mountaintop.
The coachman watched the direction Shen Bai had gone, a trace of envy in his eyes. 'If only I had half of Lord Shen's strength.'
...
Using Divine Thousand Miles, Shen Bai moved at maximum Speed. Before long, he had arrived in front of the small temple.
He hadn't wasted a single moment.
The small temple ahead was very plain, its walls looking ancient and worn.
And yet, a cold, sinister aura emanated continuously from within.
