"Let's go, we're hitting the road," said Qin Ming.
The large crow immediately objected, "There are those human-skin kites in the sky, let's not join the party!"
Qin Ming reassured, "It's okay, we're not heading in their direction. Hmm, you might not know my true identity yet..."
The large crow was shocked and said, "You are the figurehead of the Newborn Road... Qin Ming? Okay, I'll go with you!"
They set off under the night sky, heading towards the direction of Chixia City and Black and White Mountain.
However, after flying just two hundred miles, Qin Ming sensed something was wrong. Above them, something was flying at a not-so-distant range.
It was an old man dressed in white, his face pale. When Qin Ming looked up, the old man gave him a friendly smile.
Is this flying with the body? It's not Pure Yang consciousness, Qin Ming stared wide-eyed.
"Oh mother, is that a person or a ghost?" The large crow couldn't help but shudder.
