As he asked himself honestly, Luo Chen knew he had no confidence in the answer.0

The techniques he once relied on during Qi-Refining? 0

Now looking back, they were downright laughable. What once seemed like lifelines, now felt crude and brittle, barely scratching the surface of true power.0

The Lancang River had always been considered one of the safer waterways.0

Cultivators had traveled its length for generations, their presence a constant over the years. In contrast, the Howling Moon Mountains were a true wilderness, remote, untamed, and merciless. Even in peripheral areas like Changyin Mountain, second-tier demonic wolves roamed freely, their howls haunting the forests.0

Had Luo Chen chosen to escape through those mountains back then, driven by desperation, he might not even have left a corpse behind. His death would have been far more tragic than what had befallen those rogue cultivators earlier.0

Just as Luo Chen was lost in thought, he felt a sudden twinge in his heart.0

As he quietly reflected on this, a strange sense tugged at his heart. He turned his head, and there, on the deck of the lead ship, stood Li Yixian. Wind whipped through her robes, stained with...1