Jiang Ding flew in the sky, concealed his form, and passed by cultivators fighting and treasure hunting without disturbing them in the slightest, even though they were all struggling for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures rarely seen in the outside world.
He didn't take any detours.
This place was filled with Golden Pill Monks fighting for opportunities, family Golden Pills killing loose Golden Pills, loose cultivators hunting down solitary Hei Clan cultivators—battlefields were everywhere.
If he took detours every time, he would never reach his destination.
A storage bag marked with a blood handprint floated in front of him, also enjoying the cover of the "Magnetic Concealment Skills".
"Blood Hand Demon Li Tu's storage bag should have some gains,"
Jiang Ding speculated.
Such loners, without a family or relatives, without a fixed domain, nomads of great villainy, generally like to carry all their possessions with them.
He estimated that Han Lin was just like this.
