On the road, Ma Wu felt quite emotional. "I heard your conversation outside, and I think Old Master Qin is a good person, much more reliable than the Coachman."
Li Banfeng did not respond. "Brother, you go back to the mine first, and be extra careful on the way."
At the intersection, Li Banfeng ran to Nanqiao and soon found the entrance to the New Land.
The entrance to this New Land was just a mountain path. The Coachman was a Cloud-Traveling Cultivator, and Li Banfeng neither knew if he had really run off nor how far he could have gotten.
After chasing for over a hundred li, Li Banfeng saw the Coachman squatting on the ground, rolling a tobacco leaf to smoke.
Li Banfeng's cheeks trembled for a moment; he hadn't anticipated the Coachman actually taking off.
"Brother, what are you doing here?"
