"Thirty-Eight, go down first. Pick a random spot."
Zhang Jing said gently.
"Yes, Master."
Without questioning, Lu Thirty-Eight, who was fleeing at full speed toward the direction of the Three Elements City, responded. His escape light suddenly turned a corner, dropping straight down.
A few moments later.
At the foot of a small, desolate hill.
The escape light slowly dissipated.
The figures of Lu Thirty-Eight and Zhang Jing riding on his back were revealed.
Looking around.
The ancient trees were lush, and the ancient road scattered with stones in the distance was overgrown with weeds, nearly obscuring its original appearance.
The intermittent roars of various beasts only emphasized the desolation of this place.
Zhang Jing nodded with satisfaction.
Then he gently got off Lu Thirty-Eight's back.
"Thirty-Eight, I have some things to do. Keep an eye on the surroundings."
"I understand, Master. Please rest assured!"
Having said that.
