C225 Zirconium

As he continued to walk towards the Yinling Mountain, Cheng Fei felt that the further he went, the clearer he could feel the deathly aura permeating the air. Maybe it was because his cultivation was too low.

"Cheng Fei, fly south from the north."

Uncle Jian's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, causing Cheng Fei to immediately stop in his tracks.

Flying in mid air