Just as the two old monsters were fiercely trading spells with the Stone Lion, Lin Xuan ran into trouble too.
At that moment, he stood beside a small lake, his expression grave.
"Where did that Corpse Infant go?"
Lin Xuan frowned as he looked ahead. Several narrow paths wound and twisted, leading into the depths of the clouds and mist.
Originally, Lin Xuan had relied on a certain secret art to quietly follow that terrifying monster. Corpse Infants had one trait: though they were proficient in all kinds of strange, evil arts, their divine sense was not especially powerful, roughly only equal to that of a mid-Core Condensation cultivator.
In other words, it was even a notch weaker than Lin Xuan's.
With the Hidden Spirit Pill and his aura-concealing secret art, Lin Xuan was not afraid it would discover his tracks.
At first, everything had gone rather smoothly, but once they reached this place, that monster had actually vanished without rhyme or reason. Lin Xuan's expression naturally turned extremely ugly, because some sort of restriction seemed to have been set up here, greatly limiting his divine sense.
"Which path should I take?"
Lin Xuan looked at the few narrow trails before him, pressed a hand to his forehead, and his face filled with thought.
Yue'er also came out from his sleeve. Seeing her young master in a difficult spot, the little girl naturally would not stand by and do nothing. She widened her eyes as well and began searching for the slightest clues.
Suddenly, she sniffed with her delicate nose, and her expression stirred.
She pointed to the third path on the left. "Young Master, it seems it should be this way. I can sense some lingering corpse Qi."
"Oh!"
Lin Xuan was overjoyed and hurried over in a few