Chu Feng followed the bluestone mountain path upward.
Before long, he reached the hall on the main peak.
The hall doors stood half-open.
The incense and candles on the offering table had burned out. Only a few faint wisps of smoke drifted through the dim hall.
Chu Feng stepped inside.
He swept his gaze across the hall but found no sign of Chu Xuan.
Only the prayer cushion on the floor, damp with tears, and a few footprints that had yet to fade showed that someone had been there recently.
Chu Feng bent down for a closer look.
Fresh soil clung to the edges of the footprints.
Judging by the tracks, Chu Xuan had gone straight to the Rear Mountain Ancestral Mausoleum after leaving the hall.
"Still trying to hide?"
A cold smile touched Chu Feng's lips.
He followed the footprints out of the hall and soon found the narrow bluestone path leading to the Rear Mountain Ancestral Mausoleum.
The farther he went,
the colder and quieter his surroundings became.
Alongside the scent of mountain vegetation, the air carried a faint, rotten odor rising from deep within the earth...
Chu Feng frowned.
A bad feeling suddenly came over him...
That rogue Taoist isn't doing something utterly disgusting again, is he?
He thought of the chilling white skeleton he had seen beneath the bridge, and of Chu Xuan's bizarre, muttering devotion...
His stomach churned.
Even so,
his disgust did not slow him down.
Instead, it fed the fury that had been building inside him for so long!
That bastard Chu Xuan had touched his Bingning.
He had trampled the dignity of the Asura Hall Master into the dirt.
And without a shred of remorse, he had hidden himself on Mount Zhongnan, where he apparently had time to carry on with a