With no lingering hesitations, the White Dragon Horse galloped swiftly, and in just under half an hour, Jiang Liu and his companions had already crossed Foutu Mountain and advanced over a hundred miles.
Looking back, Jiang Liu glanced at Foutu Mountain, now far in the distance, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Overall, the encounter with Master Wuchao on Foutu Mountain could be considered a close call without real danger.
Indeed, there was no danger, but the shock—Jiang Liu was nearly scared to death.
It was not merely because of Master Wuchao's strength but more so because of his words and his identity.
Sitting on the back of the White Dragon Horse, having left Foutu Mountain far behind, Jiang Liu's heart finally began to calm, his head bowed in deep contemplation.