Mo Wentian had long been waiting. Ling Tianyu took the invitation and left the Bamboo Building, rushing towards Tenghu Gate together with Mo Wentian. Although the distance was far, it would only take Ling Tianyu an hour. His mastery of the Wind Path was perfected, allowing him to move quickly.
The two white-haired elders took a long time; their understanding of the Wind Path was certainly not profound, which could otherwise greatly speed up their journey.
Mo Wentian felt the wind whistling past his ears, his heart filled with shock. The speed was incredible, the likes of which he had never seen before.
He could tell that Ling Tianyu was using the Wind Path, but to see someone wield it so skillfully was exceedingly rare. At least, he had never witnessed anyone apply it with such deftness.
Mo Wentian's level was insufficient; the powerhouses he had met were limited to those of Tenghu Gate. Of the other three major sects, he knew who their leaders were but had never met them.
