Meng Hao felt quite conflicted. He stood on the treasured fan he had just acquired, using as much spiritual power as he could muster to flee at top speed. He feared that if he was even the least bit slow, he would be attacked and robbed.
"First I offended Eccentric Song," sighed Meng Hao, "and then the Violet Fate Sect… But it's not my fault, they forced me to trade." In his mind, he was innocent. At the time, he had no choice but to trade the spear…. Sighing repeatedly, he pushed himself to go faster, getting closer and closer to the State Shield Mountain range.
"I need to find a place to hide for a while. If someone catches up with me, I'll be in great danger…" Meng Hao frowned. The power of the treasured fan faded, and he dropped to the ground, tucking the fan away and starting to run.
"When will I be able to reach Foundation Establishment? Then I'll be able to really fly!"
