His life was a constant flight from countless Life-taking Talismans. They chased him one after another, never stopping, forcing him to press on without rest. If he ever fell behind, he would face eternal damnation.
Often, Yang An felt like a migratory bird, compelled to fly toward a predestined destination. He soared over mountains and plains, forests and coastlines, but his journey had only one end. There was nowhere suitable for him to rest along the way.
And he was the only such migratory bird.
Half a day later, Yang An successfully entered Ji Jiang State. This was the fastest he could manage while deliberately slowing down to conceal his identity and aura.
The Golden Soul Sect had previously transferred most of its forces to Chongwen State, preparing to advance on the Treasure Temple Domain. As a result, few of their members remained in Ji Jiang State, and no one noticed Yang An's presence.
