Based on Forget Dust Monk's earlier account, he had entered Fallen Immortal Cave over three hundred years ago. After so many years, it was hardly strange that other cultivators had discovered the whereabouts of the Six Roots Pure Bamboo.
Wang Ruyan took out a Red Jade Flute and began to play.
A burst of shrill, rapid flute notes rang out, and pain appeared on Forget Dust Monk's Nascent Soul's face.
"A misunderstanding, Fellow Daoists, it is a misunderstanding. Every word this poor monk said is true."
"A misunderstanding? We braved the Soul-Lost Forest and finally reached the place you mentioned, only to find no Six Roots Pure Bamboo at all. Instead, we ran into a Fourth Order mid-grade Tiger Hawk and nearly lost our lives. When we passed Fallen Immortal Cliff, we even encountered a swarm of Human-faced Scorpions. The Scorpion King leading them was Fourth Order mid-grade. The spirit beast I had raised for several hundred years died at the hands of those Human-faced Scorpions, and my Dao companion nearly perished, body and soul destroyed. And you call this a misunderstanding?"
Wang Changsheng said with a cold face, brimming with rage as though he had suffered some monstrous injustice.
There was a swarm of Human-faced Scorpions within Fallen Immortal Cave, incomparably venomous, with a Fourth Order mid-grade Scorpion King among them. Their nest was near Fallen Immortal Cliff. Dai Ren had told Wang Changsheng all of this; Forget Dust Monk had never mentioned any of it to Wang Changsheng.
The flute notes grew ever more urgent. The miniature Nascent Soul clutched its head in both hands, agony written across its face as it cried, "A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! Fellow Daoist, stop at once! This poor monk entered Fallen Immortal Cave over three hundred years ago. Perhaps the Six Roots