Fengdu

"Senior Brother Li? Are you really Senior Brother Li? Senior Brother Li, did you come to save me?"

Seeing Li Huowang appear before him, Yang Xiaohai seemed to have found his pillar of support. He ran over and poured out everything that had happened earlier like beans spilling from a basket.

After Yang Xiaohai finished, he saw Senior Brother Li studying him with a look that made him feel a little strange.

"Come with me." Li Huowang spoke, then ignored Yang Xiaohai and strode swiftly westward.

Yang Xiaohai was actually somewhat hesitant, but when he thought of how Senior Brother Li had just saved his life from that strange man, he figured he probably would not harm him and hurried after him.

What he did not notice was that behind them, Lu Juren, pierced through by the Mourning Staff, struggled to crawl back to his feet.

The two walked through the darkness one behind the other. With Li Huowang leading the way, Yang Xiaohai immediately felt much more at ease.

"Senior Brother Li, where is this?"

"Where is this? This is the very bottom of Qingqiu—Fengdu."

"Fengdu? Oh, right, Senior Brother Li, my wife came down here too. Can you help me find her?"

"You already have a wife? All right." Li Huowang answered with the corners of his mouth faintly curling upward.

"Senior Brother Li, thank you so much!" Hearing that Senior Brother Li would truly help save Zhao Xiumei, Yang Xiaohai thanked him excitedly.

"We're fellow disciples. Why be so polite? Follow quietly. We're almost there."

The two continued onward. After walking for about the time it took to burn an incense stick, the ground began to grow uneven.

In some places, enormous pillars rose high into the darkness overhead. In others, the earth had collapsed into pitch-black