When Chu Xisheng stepped onto the surface of Shenxiu River, the little white mink Bai Xiaodiao, who had been lying on his shoulder, finally woke up groggily.
She opened her eyes and looked around and then glanced at the sky: "We've arrived at Shenxiu River? So slow."
Bai Xiaodiao remembered they had set off in the evening, and now it should be around midnight.
It took Chu Xisheng and Bu Yancheng more than two hours to cover over five hundred miles and return to Shenxiu River.
Chu Xisheng's lips twitched at these words.
He thought this speed was extraordinarily fast, comparable to a car on the highway in another world.
After all, Chu Xisheng's cultivation was only at the Seventh Rank.
When he exploded with movement technique, he indeed moved like a ghost, swiftly covering over a hundred zhang in an instant.
But this was under the premise of disregarding True Yuan consumption and not considering endurance.
