The black feathered chicken cursed twice and flew away.
Chen Nan and Su Qingqing followed closely, flying three to five miles, not far from the main altar of the Corpse-controlling Sect, when the black feathered chicken stopped.
Chen Nan pointed ahead, "Are we there?"
The black feathered chicken nodded and slowed down, creeping forward.
"Right now their Yin and Yang Sects are busy fighting an internal war, the main altar's strengths are depleted. We sneak up from the back mountain, grab the stuff, and leave." As the black feathered chicken walked, he spoke.
"Nonsense, are we going to sleep here otherwise?"
The two humans and one chicken transformed into thieves, landing in the forest, quickly sneaking up from the back mountain.
