Thick forests, high mountains, interweaving canyons, and the occasional roars of Magical Beasts... deep within the forest, Long Chen’s expression as he rode on Little Snow’s back was extremely unsightly.

“That old bastard, scoundrel, crook!”

Long Chen continuously cursed Tu Fang. He had definitely been conned this time! When he had looked at the map, he had almost passed out.

Within that one foot long map, Long Chen immediately saw the location of the Xuantian Monastery. But he had to look it over three times before he finally managed to see a mosquito-sized dot in the corner that represented Phoenix Cry.

Long Chen had been completely dumbstruck. He had searched for a neighboring empire and silently measured their relative distance on the map, then comparing it to the distance to the Xuantian Monastery.

He was appalled to realize that the Xuantian Monastery was more than ten thousand miles away, and it wasn’t even a direct path!

There were several mountain ranges shown on the map, and all kinds of high rank Magical Beasts appeared there. In other words, if Long Chen didn’t want to feed himself to them as dinner, he would have to detour around them!

Long Chen was absolutely livid. Tu Fang, that old bastard, had truly conned him. He wanted a Blood Condensation youth...