Song Ciwan stood in a corner beside Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall and took out three more Ancestral Dragon Coins from her sleeve.
With no target in mind and time to kill, she performed a casual Divination.
One thing was worth noting: despite leaving long after Niu the Sixth and being repeatedly delayed by various incidents along the way, Song Ciwan had still managed to arrive at Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall before him.
This was hardly surprising. Pinglan City was massive. How could a mortal, relying solely on their own two feet, possibly outpace a Cultivator skilled in both Wind Manipulation and Escape Techniques?
Though the description of the preceding events was long, in reality, the time was only forty-five minutes past Midnight.
The liveliness of the Mortal World was still in full swing, showing no sign of ending. From a distance, sounds of merriment and laughter drifted out from Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall.
