Zhao He nodded. "Yes. This time, I'm leaving the Corpse Refining Sect, and I don't know when I'll return. Before I go, I want to thank her in person."
Jiaogu naturally had no reason to refuse such a small request from Zhao He.
A true confidant was hard to find in life. On the path of cultivation, encountering one or two like-minded friends was a great blessing.
As Zhao He left Cloud Dew Mountain and headed for Yan Mountain in search of Song Yunyan, Tang Muzhe's vitality within the Seven Sha Soul Severing Formation was fading away bit by bit.
Sensing the commotion within the formation, the two Golden Core disciples watching from afar began discussing it in low voices.
"The disturbance in the formation is growing weaker. That man should have been subdued by Master by now, right? Should we go over and see whether Master needs our help?"
"Have you forgotten Master's instructions? He said that no matter what happened, we were not to approach the range of this formation. With Master's abilities, could he possibly fail to deal with a Golden Core cultivator?"
The other revealed a frustrated look. "You're right. We should just wait obediently."
The two kept Tang Muzhe's instructions firmly in mind, guarding the formation without distraction and sending away every fellow disciple who came to inquire about the situation.
Little did they know that their master, Tang Muzhe, was already on the brink of death.
By the time Tang Muzhe's soul lamp went out and the two belatedly realized something was wrong, several months had already passed.
By then, Zhao He had long since left the Corpse Refining Sect behind and arrived at the largest cultivation city in the Heavenly Origin Realm, Nine Flowers City.
Most of those coming and going through Nine