Jiang Ming, with his sparse Qi and meticulous spiritual control, had helped Constable Jin transform his Qi and step into the Master-level Realm.
The journey that followed saw Constable Jin providing extremely attentive service, responding to every request and taking great care of Jiang Ming.
Though they stopped and went along the way, they finally reached the territory of Dalin Temple.
"Brother Jiang, do you really want to go up the mountain?" Inside the carriage, Constable Jin was massaging his legs, looking every bit like a little maid.
"Since we've already come this far, of course, we should go up the mountain." Jiang Ming held a book in his hand, absorbed in reading, "Has there been any news recently?"
It had been a full two months of travel.
"There's been quite a bit!" Constable Jin had not lacked for news during the trip.
For instance, around Dalin Temple, at least a thousand martial artists had gathered, and there were probably even more in hiding.
