Zhang San, Kaihuang, and Wen Chudao, along with the members of the Pure Stream Sword Sect, traveled northward.
However, their speed was not very fast, in fact, it could be said to be slower than a normal pace.
Seeing Zhang San repeatedly instructing everyone to stop and rest, Wen Chudao pondered why Zhang San seemed weaker than an elderly person like himself.
Even Kaihuang was becoming somewhat anxious.
Although they had told the Pure Stream Sword Sect that they were going to attack Gluttonous Mountain, in reality, they were actually fleeing for their lives!
He had never seen anyone escape in such an unhurried manner.
The members of the Pure Stream Sword Sect also felt that the pace was slow.
Some of them, who owed their life to the old Sect Leader, even wished they could fly directly to Gluttonous Mountain and annihilate everyone there in a single sweep.
"Brother, I don't mean to hurry you, I just feel that we could go a little faster."
