Fang Ling appeared in a desolate forest.

He took a deep breath and roughly judged from the density of spiritual energy that this must be the Tianlong Royal Dynasty.

Ever since Ming Yue had tricked him last time, he had been haunted by a shadow of doubt, fearing that even the Bodhisattva Cihang might carelessly send him to the wrong place.

He flew straight north, and before long, he found a village and learned where he was.