At this moment, Zhen Juncheng was completely unaware that he had just brushed past the Ghost Gate.
After finishing the tea snacks, someone paid for the tea, and then the group got up and continued on their way.
As soon as they left, the man stood up to prepare to leave as well.
The middle-aged man politely declined, saying the man was disabled and there was no need to pay for the tea.
The man just smiled slightly, left the tea money, and then left the tea stand. However, he did not walk in the direction Zhen Juncheng and the others went, but turned and climbed a nearby small hill.
In the blink of an eye, the man reached the top of the hill, first feeling the wind above, then gazed far into the distance, looking in the direction Zhen Juncheng and his group had left.
Although he didn’t know Zhen Juncheng, just by the fluctuation of True Power from them, the man could still guess the identity of the group.
He just didn’t know why Wanghai Tower had suddenly sent out so many people.
However, since the direction of this group was the same as his, the man did not mind following them for a while to see what was going on.
On this trip down the mountain, the man noticed that Beyond the World had changed quite a bit.
The once prestigious Azure Dragon Temple was now mysteriously closed off and removed from the Thirteen Sects Beyond the World.
This made the man feel quite sentimental, as if experiencing the timeless flow of the outside world while unaware inside the mountain.
So upon seeing the experts from Wanghai Tower gathered together, the man’s curiosity naturally arose.
But keeping up with this group wasn’t an easy task.
After all, Zhen Juncheng and the others were elders of Wanghai Tower, quite formidable in strength.
The man wasn’t in a hurry, instead, he took off the bundle from his back. Upon opening it, it was packed full with various pipes of different lengths and sizes.
Then the man quickly assembled these pipes.
Only to see under his almost dazzling technique, all kinds of pipes gradually came together, eventually forming a "large kite" over three meters long.
If Zhao Ya were present, he certainly would have exclaimed out loud.
Because this contraption was reminiscent of the hang glider from a bygone era, only slightly different in structure.
Once assembled, the man stood on the side of a wind-facing slope, made some slight adjustments, then suddenly leapt into the air.
Under the force of the wind, the hang glider quickly ascended.
The man carefully controlled it and soon reached a height of over one hundred and fifty meters in the air.
At this height, the wind was more stable.
And it was only upon reaching this position that the man could finally take a breath.
Then he began to slightly adjust the rudder that could control direction, to ensure the traveling direction didn’t deviate too much.
Meanwhile, his gaze continually patrolled below, searching for any trace of Zhen Juncheng and the others.
At this height, as long as no loud noise was made, there was little worry of being discovered.
From the ground, the hang glider was just a small dot, easily overlooked.
Though Zhen Juncheng and company moved quickly, in terms of long-distance pursuit ability, they couldn’t compare to using the wind-surfing hang glider.
So in just half an hour, the man spotted traces of Zhen Juncheng and the others.
He saw them occasionally sprinting along the main road, sometimes weaving through the woodland, their speed varying from fast to slow.
The man lowered the wind stopper, controlling the hang glider’s speed to avoid overtaking the group by too much.
At the same time, he took a telescope from his pocket and intermittently observed Zhen Juncheng and the others on the ground.
Zhen Juncheng and his group were completely unaware of this.
Though with their strength and Realm, they wouldn’t ordinarily miss something over a hundred meters away.
But who would have thought this time the surveillance was coming from the sky?
Thus, as they moved on and off, a large portion of the day went by quickly.
They had traveled another seven to eight hundred li, now only a thousand li from Ink Sea City.
Seeing the day turning to dusk, Zhen Juncheng finally ordered a rest.
Even though these people were accomplished martial masters, they were used to a life of comfort, not accustomed to such hardship.
So upon hearing they could rest, some immediately lay down on the spot, unwilling to even move a finger.
Zhen Juncheng was uncomfortable too.
He regretted inwardly not hiring a convoy in order to cover his tracks.
After running around for two days like this, although his body wasn’t too tired, the mental monotony was truly wearying.
Especially today.
Zhen Juncheng constantly felt uneasy, as if someone was secretly watching them.
But every time he searched, he found nothing.
Could it all just be his imagination?
Zhen Juncheng frowned and then instructed those beside him.
"Don’t be careless, take turns keeping watch, be wary of surprise attacks."
"Elder Zhen, you’re being too cautious. No one knows we’re out this time, and even if someone did, who would dare to provoke us?" a fellow elder chuckled.
But Zhen Juncheng’s expression turned solemn, "Better safe than sorry. I just feel something’s off, like something is about to happen."
Since Zhen Juncheng spoke this way, naturally the others didn’t dare object, and they soon assigned people for the watch.
Some lit a bonfire, pitched tents, and the group settled down hastily in this desolate wilderness.
Meanwhile, on a hillside several hundred meters away, the man who had landed earlier put down his telescope, his expression somewhat unusual.
Although there was still some distance, these people kept a constant main direction on their way here, clearly heading towards Ink Sea City.