A Small Tree That Can Run

Hearing Black Puppy talk, Qingfeng Li was delighted. The Saint Perishing Tree. He couldn't believe that he had heard the name. And to hear about the Saint Perishing Fruit? That was even better news.

The purpose of Qingfeng's journey to the Hell under the Kunlun Mountains was to obtain the Saint Perishing Fruit. After all his hardships, there was finally a light at the end of the tunnel. He had finally heard about the Saint Perishing Fruit's location. He was overjoyed.

"Black Puppy, let's quickly go and find the Saint Perishing Fruit!" Qingfeng Li said enthusiastically.

Black Puppy was also very happy, quickly following Qingfeng Li and the rest 70 kilometers north.

At the sight of them leaving, the surrounding self-cultivators also ran with Qingfeng Li. They felt his powerful presence and knew that they would be safe if they followed him.

Qingfeng Li and his crew sprinted, arriving at the 70-kilometer mark in no time.