Moonlight shone upon the hill.
Li Qing, holding a Soul Lantern in his hand, stepped onto this seemingly ordinary hill.
A gentle breeze drifted by, stirring the lush leaves in the forest with a soft rustling.
Roar!
Rice Bucket let out a low growl. He had caught a trace of a cultivator's lingering scent here.
The flames within the Soul Lantern had already become exceedingly weak, like a lone star in the night sky unable to contend with the bright moon—dim and obscure.
This foretold that Ye Feng was in an extremely dangerous situation and could lose his life at any moment.
"The footprints are here. It seems the entrance to that Hidden Realm really is here."
Holding the Soul Lantern, Li Qing walked forward and gazed at the footprint Ye Feng had deliberately left in the dirt atop the hill.
Lying in wait! Waiting!
Bathed in moonlight, Li Qing said nothing more. He merely took two mid-grade Breath Concealing Talismans from his robes and used one on himself and one on Rice Bucket.
The talisman papers vanished. At this moment, Li Qing's aura was completely concealed; even someone a realm above him would find it difficult to detect his presence.
After doing all of this, one man and one tiger lay in ambush on opposite sides of the hill, quietly waiting for the secret realm's gate to open.
The surroundings were tranquil, with only the chirping of insects occasionally ringing out.
Yet Li Qing found it hard to calm his heart, because the Soul Lantern had become incredibly dim, with only a single spark remaining.
Though its flames had been weak before, they had at least flickered and swayed uncertainly. Now, they had completely settled, like the leftover ashes after a campfire had burned out.
"Is he dead?" Li