The group spent three days on tenterhooks before finally entering Wanruo City. Their first order of business was to rent a small courtyard, with each person taking a room to rest and recover.
After activating the Isolation Formation, Yunxi took out her own formation disk and activated it as well. During her time away from the sect, this formation disk had seen the most use, and it had made her appreciate the importance of high-grade formation disks.
She planned to learn how to inscribe formation disks after returning to the sect. The path of formations was vast and profound; used well, it could stand against an army of thousands.
Only then did Dian Dian crawl out from Yunxi's arms. Its little nose twitched before it sent her a voice transmission.
"Master, you were marked after fighting those bad things."
Yunxi's hand paused as she sorted through spirit stones. She immediately pulled Dian Dian from her robes and asked,
"Dian Dian, did you smell something?"
Dian Dian's pair of black ears twitched, and it nodded its little head.
"Yes, Master. That smell is awful."
It wrinkled its nose as it spoke.
"Can you smell where the bad things' mark is?"
Dian Dian gestured for Yunxi to put it down. It then circled its master once before finally pointing a little paw at Yunxi's boots.
"Master, it's here."
Yunxi swept them with her divine sense and discovered a black speck the size of a mung bean stuck to the sole of her boot. Without deliberately scanning for it with divine sense, it would have been impossible to notice. Even if one did notice it, they likely would not have cared—unless they walked without letting their feet touch the ground.
"What rotten luck!"
Yunxi could not sit still any longer. She grabbed Dian