His cultivation restored, Ning Cheng's strength at the eighth level of the Xuan Dan realm was almost equivalent to the late stage of the Yuan Soul. The journey that had taken him half a month to complete initially, he now traversed in less than the time it took an incense stick to burn halfway down.
Many disordered footsteps now marked the edge of the Ghost Lake in White, and even a broken beast carriage lay abandoned. Ning Cheng could tell that many people had come here after his departure.
It was evident that the story of Ma Ang making a fortune at the Ghost Lake in White was well-known. Ning Cheng swept his Divine Sense over the lake, still plentiful with Algae Tendons, but he found nothing out of the ordinary.
The moonlight wasn't bright at this moment, and Ning Cheng did not spot any white-clothed figures walking around the lake.
