Night gradually poured in, and the depths of the sunless, moonless ruins were grim and eerie.
Three campfires burned amid the broken walls. Every so often, crackling sounds rose from the flames as sparks burst forth.
By the central fire sat Yuan Chen and the fierce bandit brother-in-law he had hired. To the left were Zhuo Wanqiu and four other Spirit Sword Mountain disciples.
They had come to search for someone as well. Seeing that the two men seemed to have a direction, they followed them.
To the right were the seven or eight people Ji You had casually rescued along the way. They guarded the campfire without daring to sleep, their faces still full of lingering terror.
In Yuan Chen's eyes, his brother-in-law seemed to have some sort of compulsive disorder.
He kept muttering that they should hide whenever they saw anyone and never hunt for treasure, lest they invite a fatal disaster through the saying, "A common man is innocent, but possessing jade becomes his crime." Yet every time, he still saved people, then viciously charged them silver.
According to him, these low-realm disciples had clearly not entered of their own accord. They should not die here for someone else's immortal opportunity, while taking silver was simply his bandit's code.
What a baffling person...
Yuan Chen pondered this as he summoned the sensing jade disk from his gourd. Seeing the faint light already glowing upon it, he felt somewhat calmer.
He could already detect his sister's presence, which meant he would find her soon.
This eased Yuan Chen's tightly wound nerves somewhat. He closed his eyes slightly, and the night passed into dawn.
The next day, everyone continued deeper, heading toward the towering mountain where Immortal Light surged.
The nearer they drew to the mountain, the denser the