As the cultivators from the major powers were being besieged by zombies, Lin Xuan had already left the gorge safe and sound.
This place was also within Spirit Herb Mountain's sphere of influence. Lin Xuan had come here many times before, so he was naturally incomparably familiar with the terrain inside the valley. On top of that, he had used a Hidden Spirit Pill to restrain his spiritual energy, while the ghost fog wrapped around the aura of the living. Lin Xuan did not draw the zombies' attention.
He glanced back at the gorge behind him, a trace of mockery appearing at the corner of his mouth, then turned into a streak of escaping light and flew toward the horizon.
The fog was only inside the valley, so there were no restrictions here interfering with flight.
Presumably, most of the cultivators tailing him would be buried here, but Lin Xuan felt not the slightest worry.
He had not made a move himself.
Even if the major powers investigated later, they could only blame the zombies.
Who told them to be so unbearably arrogant? Otherwise, he would never have used this stratagem of killing with a borrowed knife!
Two hours later, the radiance around Lin Xuan drew in, and he slowly descended.
A large market town appeared before his eyes.
Nearby, there were several medium-sized sects, and this market town had been jointly opened by them.
Because it lay on a major route, cultivators heading to Spirit Herb Mountain to refine pills often stopped here to rest. So although the market town was not large in scale, it was extremely bustling.
All kinds of materials were sold here, especially the spirit grasses needed for pill refinement. One could not say they had absolutely everything, but the variety was still very great.