The next morning, as the last traces of moonlight receded, the rising sun immediately bloomed with dazzling brilliance.
Within the outpost camp, Li Qing slowly awakened from deep cultivation.
Accompanied by a breath of stale air, Li Qing subconsciously looked at his shoulder. He suddenly discovered that the spiritual power mark the middle-aged Daoist nun had placed on him last night had vanished.
"Eh? How did it disappear?! Did she suddenly grow a conscience?"
Naturally, Li Qing did not naively believe that she had voluntarily erased it. After all, the spiritual power imprint used for tracking would disappear on its own after three days.
Then there was only one possibility.
That middle-aged Daoist nun from last night might have met with misfortune!
"Exploring an underwater grotto-heaven really is dangerous work. She got her boxed lunch after just one night!"
Li Qing muttered to himself, and the urge to retreat rose within him once more.
"Since the mark is gone, there should be no problem with leaving now."
Saying this, Li Qing stood up.
The commotion in the Black Sand River last night had not been minor. Tremors could faintly be felt throughout the surrounding area, and he did not believe the Tianhe Sect could keep the news hidden forever.
Moreover, it was currently wartime. The Shangqing Sect would certainly be watching every move the Tianhe Sect made.
It was foreseeable that this place would definitely become a land of contention in the near future. It might even draw Core Formation cultivators into battle.
When that happened, a tiny Qi Refining stage cultivator like him would truly be worth less than cannon fodder.
At the thought of this possibility, Li Qing's heart trembled slightly. He then quickly left the camp, intending to depart at once.
Before long, Li Qing stopped again.