Jiang Ming used his thin Qi and meticulous mental control to help Constable Jin transform his Qi and enter the Master-level Realm.
Throughout the journey, Constable Jin took great care of Jiang Ming, attending to his every need and making him comfortable.
Although they took many stops along the way, they eventually reached the territory of Dalin Temple.
"Brother Jiang, are you really going up the mountain?" Inside the carriage, Constable Jin massaged his leg, looking like a little girl in any way he could.
"We've come this far; of course, we're going up the mountain." Jiang Ming held a book, thoroughly enjoying it. "Any recent developments?"
They had been traveling for two months.
"There's quite a bit!" Constable Jin had received quite a few messages along the way.
For example, around Dalin Temple, there were no fewer than a thousand martial artists gathered, with perhaps even more hidden from view.
