Before long, Lu Changsheng was brought to a carriage. It was spacious and comfortable. The driver, a middle-aged man, was also a martial artist of the Divine Strength Realm.

"What is your name?" Lu Changsheng asked.

"In the Martial Pavilion, I have only an alias. For this mission, my alias is Coachman," the man replied respectfully.

Lu Changsheng nodded. He could tell that this man was likely a death-sworn retainer of the Martial Pavilion, possessing loyalty that could not be shaken.

"Very well, Coachman. Let us depart."

"Yes, Mr. Lu."

Coachman flicked the reins, and the carriage carrying Lu Changsheng slowly rolled out of Beiling City, traveling south.

The journey was long, and soon, nearly a full month passed on the road. They could...