The Black Jiao, seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang was willing to accept him as a follower, immediately turned his tears into laughter. His ghostly face broke into a smile and he said eagerly, "Brother Wang, this place is dangerous. We should leave quickly and head to the Yiyun Tribe..."
"Hmm," Wang Xiaoqiang said, reaching out with his right hand to grab the ghostly face of the Black Jiao, then took off swiftly, saying, "Guide the direction."
The Black Jiao immediately guided Wang Xiaoqiang and said, "Brother Wang, this place is the Southern Wilderness, the Yiyun Tribe is in the Eastern Wilderness, about five million li away. At your speed, it should take at least a day to reach it. It's quite a journey."
Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Hmm, it's fine. By the way, Black Jiao, as someone from the Yiyun Tribe, why aren't you staying there? Why wander so far and indulge in banditry?"
