Bai Yujun flung her arms back, using gravitational acceleration to skim past the cliffside treetops and fly into the thick fog.
She plunged into the fog and used her innate divine ability to completely conceal her aura. In the blink of an eye, she flew a li away and hid behind a boulder. She shot the Eight-character mustache man, still searching everywhere, a vicious glare from afar before turning and dropping into the valley lake.
Sure enough, society was ruthless. The cultivation world was no different from the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The Eight-character mustache man was bewildered...
They were both at the Golden Core Stage, and she was even a level below him—how had she vanished without a trace? After searching for half an incense stick's time and finding nothing, the Eight-character mustache man's face darkened. He could be certain that the Jiuli girl had escaped. Should he remain and wait for the spirit herb to mature, or dig up the unfinished product and flee now?
The choice was difficult. If those Jiuli experts came, everything would be over.
Yet he was unwilling to part with the spirit herb that was about to mature. He had defeated the demonic beast guarding it in this godforsaken wilderness, then painstakingly watched over it for more than ten years. Success had been within reach, only for someone to discover him. The suffocating resentment in his heart was unbearable.
After hesitating again and again, he gritted his teeth and decided to wait and see. Hopefully, the other party had not discovered the spirit herb and had merely been looking around casually, without caring that a cultivator from the Central Plains was here.
After all, the Hundred Thousand Mountains were vast, and there were no shortage of Central Plains cultivators. Most of the time, the