One night of frenzied running.
Chen Qing did not know how far he had gone, nor whether he had veered off course. He was not skilled in using the stars to navigate.
The constellations of this world were indecipherable to him.
As the sky brightened, and feeling the sun rising to his left, he felt relieved that at least he wasn't running in the wrong direction.
On his back, Nie Fei had finally regained a good amount of Spiritual Energy. He said to Chen Qing, "Let me take over, you take a break."
Chen Qing nodded, put Nie Fei down, and climbed onto Nie Fei's back to sit.
Nie Fei did not hesitate, immediately spreading his wings and taking to the sky, heading south.
Chen Qing took out the Thunder Gu, placed it in a jade bottle, and prepared to draw the contract rune.
"Why are we heading south?"
Nie Fei replied, "The south is different from Da Yan's West Desert; the south's Jiuli is not confined to religious sects or races because they have the Nine Kings of the Miao God."
