"At this pace, we need only travel for eight more hours to arrive at Suigu Immortal City,"
"I hope no more twists and turns occur along the way."
Han Yi nodded, but merely a stick of incense later, he halted his steps, casting a glance at the poorly complexioned Situ Xian.
He realized that this Great Elder of the Suigu Immortal Sect indeed had the potential to jinx; previously, when attending the Xuanwei discourse, he felt uneasy, and indeed his apprehension turned out to be justified. Just now, he again uttered his hope for an uneventful journey, and, lo and behold, trouble was now lying right before their eyes.
Next time, Han Yi thought to himself, he would keep his distance from this man.
Looking ahead, about a hundred miles in front of him lay a vast river, its breadth spanning nearly a hundred miles.
This river was known as the Three Prohibitions River.
Prohibition against demons, prohibition against evil, prohibition against chaos.