Jiang Ding swept a glance at Monster City, confirmed there were no irregularities, concealed his figure, and flew towards the sky.
His speed hadn't reached the same level as his true form in the Golden Pill realm, but it was still far superior to the average peak Foundation Building cultivator, fully consistent with the image of a genius of the Sword Dao from the Foundation-building Realm.
After flying for quite some time, he arrived at a dense forest about fifteen or sixteen hundred kilometers away from Monster City.
A few early and middle stage Foundation-building cultivators were lurking here with extreme caution, daring not to make the slightest movement.
Jiang Ding descended here, revealed a trace of his aura in a flash and then disappeared once again.
"Who's there?"
Monk Fa Zheng was greatly alarmed. He picked up a supreme magic tool, the Crescent Spade, ready to strike. His muscles bulged, clearly indicating he was not weak in body cultivation.
