Lu Qing maneuvered the Golden Small Boat with immense speed and soon reached the outer edges of the Lingshan Mountain Range.
While strolling through a small town, the Yangming Taoist suddenly felt something and looked up at the sky, his eyes widening.
"This golden light! It's that mysterious powerhouse! What is he planning to do?!"
Seeing the direction of the golden light, a chill ran down Yangming Taoist's spine.
Without caring about being in the middle of the street, an aura rose around him, and he used a movement technique, leaping into the air, causing a stir amongst the onlookers.
When Yangming Taoist reached the sky, he found that the golden light had already disappeared. He had no choice but to follow the direction he observed and head towards the Lingshan Mountain Range.
Lu Qing of course knew that many people below must have noticed his movements.
However, he did not mind; rather, it might be said that he wanted this deliberately.
