The demon lands in autumn were covered with golden leaves, like a sea of gold.
Li Ya stood on the North Sea Heavy Sword, flying through the air, while Zhang Buku stood behind him, staring into the distance.
Zhang Buku saw a figure in the distance flying towards the horizon at a speed far beyond theirs, the powerful aura of their cultivation level making him secretly astonished.
"Brother Li, are we really going to get involved in this mess?" Zhang Buku couldn't help but ask.
Li Ya had been his first friend. This past year, they had ventured through the demon lands together, facing life and death, forming a deep bond, but it was easy to get hurt.
Even though they often got injured, being able to rely on each other was far better than going it alone.
