Xiao Yi hurried along the road, only stopping to complete tasks when encountering bandit dens.
After all, going to the Sky-splitting Sword Sect was the main agenda.
Time flew, and two months quietly passed.
Outside Baiwu City, in a certain mountain forest, a young man slowly woke from meditation.
The youth wore a mask, obscuring his features, but his eyes were lively and his brow and forehead were handsome—suggesting he was a good-looking young man.
However, the sharp aura emanating from his body unmistakably indicated that he was a powerful Martial Artist.
This young man was Xiao Yi.
During this time, besides hurrying along the road, he would meditate during rests, practice Martial Techniques, or casually read the Breeze Sword Gang when bored.
In these two months, he experienced countless battles, fighting people and demon beasts, equivalent to undergoing a rigorous trial.
