"Wind Manipulation Technique!"
Along the riverbank, where the soil was moist and soft, Qin Yang cast a Wind Manipulation Technique on himself. His body became exceptionally light, leaving only a faint imprint on the soil by the bank.
Occasionally, dense branches blocked the path, and Qin Yang directly used the Wind Blade Technique to cut through them.
As he proceeded, he delved deeper into the forest, where a waterfall, dozens of meters high, blocked Qin Yang's path.
"Almost at the upstream of this river."
Qin Yang's eyes flashed with brightness as he murmured, leaping into the air, stepping on protruding bluestones, and maneuvering to the top of the waterfall.
His view suddenly widened.
The riverbanks were no longer soft soil and dense branches, but neatly planted and towering ginkgo trees, with the soil by the bank replaced by smooth pebbles.
Qin Yang quickened his pace along the river.
