C188 Junior Brother Qingsong

The next morning, Qin Lang woke up from his meditation. Tomorrow was the last day of the three month deadline that the sect had given him. If they were to set out on their journey today, they should be able to make it in time.

He walked downstairs and paid the shopkeeper a silver tael. Qin Lang took the old horse into his hands and headed in the direction of the Dao of Heavens Sect