An adventurer dies on the journey

Wu Qi frowned and said gravely, "Where am I supposed to find you? Besides, you don't have a Gold Token, so you can't leave this place either."

Hunter shrugged. "If fate wills it, we'll meet again. As for how I'll leave, heh, just watch."

With that, his figure turned ethereal, dissolving into a cloud of dust that scattered between heaven and earth.

The corner of Wu Qi's mouth twitched slightly.

Surely this was beyond anything a Soul Master could do?

Recalling the murals he had seen in the Desert Royal City, Wu Qi even suspected that Hunter was either a ghost haunting this place or an evil fellow whom the Angel God had paid a tremendous price to slay.

Whether that was true or not, Wu Qi's mind was a muddled mess. He simply did not know.

Gradually, he calmed down.

First, Hunter had chosen to reveal himself precisely when Wu Qi obtained the Scepter.

However, he had also been fighting the other exiles at the time, so Wu Qi could not be certain whether the Scepter was the reason.

As he spoke, he took the Scepter in hand.

"But there must be something strange about this Scepter. Perhaps some secret is sealed within it."

As for how to verify that, he could only do as Hunter had said and leave everything to fate.

Before long, Chen Nan and the other two emerged from the lake. Quick of eye and hand, Chen Nan even caught a large fish, finally giving them a chance to eat meat that evening.

Noticing that Hunter was no longer there, she could not help asking, "Where's that fellow?"

Wu Qi shook his head. "He's already left. We won't see him again, and we can't catch up to him either."

Chen Nan frowned but gave it