After the arduous training, Chu Mu was in high spirits and rode Dream of Oblivion directly toward the wooden house where Old Man Han lived, planning to taste Old Lady Wen's wild game soup there.
Chu Mu never fussed about food, but he occasionally craved Old Lady Wen's cooking skills.
The concept of no flight zones did not apply at the dominator level anymore. With Dream of Oblivion currently at such a level, which ruler would dare to complain as it flew over any tribe or empire? They should feel fortunate that Dream of Oblivion merely flew over their territories.
The dark purple lightning elegantly streaked across the sky, suddenly pausing mid-air, then plummeted straight down, crashing into the clearing by the wooden house.
