Mummified Corpse

Meanwhile, at the head of the stone bridge Yuan Ming had just crossed.

Ouyang Qiang held a palm-sized black mystic tower wreathed in crackling lightning. She leaped down from the bridge and landed on the opposite bank.

Only Huangfu Jue and a woman followed behind her—the woman was Fairy Yun Luo.

A strip of white silk radiating a faint glow wound around her body. Her entire body was covered in charred marks from fire and lightning, leaving her in an utterly bedraggled state.

Huangfu Jue looked rather disheveled as well, though he was in far better condition than Fairy Yun Luo.

As for the tall and short masked elders, they had both vanished without a trace.

"Island Master Yun Luo, you hid yourself deeply indeed. To think you possessed so many methods?" Huangfu Jue stared at Fairy Yun Luo, surprise evident in his eyes.

"With this little strength of mine, how could I dare compare myself to Vice Palace Master Huangfu? In that illusion trial just now, had the Palace Master not lent me a hand, I could never have passed it." Fairy Yun Luo spoke between breaths, her complexion somewhat unsightly.

Huangfu Jue smiled but did not pursue the matter further.

Ouyang Qiang turned a deaf ear to their conversation. She stood motionless at the shore, her gaze fixed on the ground ahead.

Numerous messy footprints covered the ground, stretching forward, though none of them were particularly distinct.

"Let's go." Ouyang Qiang murmured as if speaking to herself, then darted forward along the footprints without taking to the air.

Fairy Yun Luo and Huangfu Jue hurried after her.

The three soon arrived at the redwood pavilion.

The people from Luojia Mountain, Bailong Pool, and the Black Fiend Sect were all there, and it appeared they had only just arrived