Atop Low Hill, Lin Su stood on a withered, barkless old tree, his face grim as he stared at the dark courtyard below.
"What exactly is Yang Huan doing?!"
"What a perfect situation—how could he just abandon it!"
"The Aperture Condensing Secret Technique..."
Thinking of the possible outcome, Lin Su seethed with hatred, yet there was nothing he could do.
It took him a long while to calm down.
"Could Chen Mu have been caught up in that chaos just now?"
What worried him now was Chen Mu being attacked and killed by Chongshan Dao disciples, letting someone else reap the benefits.
"Most likely not." Lin Su recalled the other man's Spirit Armor cultivation.
As long as he did not head into the center of the fighting, he would be fine.
"He probably hid somewhere." Lin Su felt somewhat relieved.
"There was a problem with the Aperture Condensing Secret Technique. The White Jade Disk absolutely cannot go wrong too!" Lin Su suddenly clenched his right fist.
Jilong Dao Lower Courtyard, Yihai district.
The Wushan Six Siblings stood before a pavilion.
This was the Yihai district gathering point.
Every year, the Lower Courtyard collected land rent, traded Yellow Sprout Rice, issued group notices, and handled other matters at this pavilion. It was the central location of every district.
Shi Xian raised her right hand, holding it level before her eyes.
A fist-sized Black Sphere appeared in her palm.
"Divine Listening!"
The black sphere of Soul Force rapidly expanded like an inflated balloon, sweeping past the people around her and spreading endlessly toward the horizon.
As it spread, its color grew fainter and fainter until, far beyond sight, it suddenly dispersed.
"There are five locations with fighting and corpses."
"The closest is five li southwest. Two people." Shi Xian spoke coolly.