Lin Xuan followed behind at an unhurried pace, his expression calm to the extreme. Before long, the two of them vanished one after the other into the horizon.
For the time that followed, the two traveled on in silence. Of course, they were not simply flying along like fools the entire way. Lin Xuan put on an air of casual indifference as he probed from the side for information about the Heavenly Corpse Sect.
On the surface, the questions he asked were all rather unimportant ones, so the old man naturally had no intention of hiding anything. Like beans pouring from a bamboo tube, he told him everything one by one.
Yet Lin Xuan's way of questioning was in fact exceedingly skillful. Amid their idle conversation, he had already figured out many of the things he wanted to know.
The journey afterward was smooth sailing, with no accidents occurring. Two hours later, they had arrived deep within the Huiyin Mountain Range, and what lay wrapped within the surrounding peaks was, to his surprise, an endless swamp.
It stretched for tens of thousands of miles, filled with a foul stench and corpse qi.
"This..." Lin Xuan swept his gaze over it, and a somewhat grave look appeared on his face.
Within the swamp, countless Yinhun and Refined Corpses could be faintly seen roaming about. This was no ordinary swamp. To the Heavenly Corpse Sect, it served as both warning and protection, and when paired with the Sect Protection Array, breaking through it would be almost impossible.
The two stopped their escape lights at the edge of the swamp.
The old man took a Sound Transmission Talisman from his robes and raised his hand to send it out. A moment later, ghostly howls rose in a great clamor, and the corpse mist