Without a flying ship, with the speed of a Foundation Establishment cultivator riding a sword, they would not be able to reach Qinghe County even if they had to travel for a whole night.
The next day.
In the afternoon.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator from the State Capital took a pill to recover his spiritual energy. After refining it with great difficulty, he said with a wry smile, "Who would have thought that we, a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators, would be in such a sorry state? We're just like a group of people in distress."
"If a few ordinary people saw us like this at this time, they would probably think that we are refugees who escaped from some chaotic place!"
The unique temperament of Immortal cultivators could hardly be seen on them.
They had experienced too much in just a few days.
They had almost lost the spirit in their hearts. They were all people who had made a trip to the gates of Hell.