After revealing himself, Qin Hao retreated far away.
He left this area, going tens of thousands of miles away.
Qin Hao was shocked inside; here his speed was suppressed to a terrifying degree, and after all this time, he'd only managed to cover tens of thousands of miles.
For ordinary people, this might be an incredible speed, but for a cultivator, it's really nothing to speak of.
He stood atop a great mountain, observing the surroundings, looking for places with people to get a slight understanding of this area.
Whoosh.
At this moment, an arrow shot toward Qin Hao.
Qin Hao turned around and caught the arrow in his hand, his eyes glinting with cold light as he looked toward the source.
"Oh, interesting."
A surprised voice sounded, carrying a hint of disbelief.
A group of people appeared, all riding exotic beasts.
Leading them was an aristocratic young master, who looked at Qin Hao with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
