Gu Qinghuan rode the Netherworld Ghost Luo Smoke, speeding through the pitch-black night sky.
In no time, she arrived at the place where Su Fan had been staying earlier.
She glanced at the arrow on the compass in her hand. It had completely veered in another direction.
"Little thief, let's see where you can run to now."
Gu Qinghuan sneered, then flicked her hand lightly. The black smoke instantly melted into the night.
Along the Qingcang River, there was a ferry crossing every few dozen li, allowing the people on both banks to cross the river by boat.
Sishui Crossing was one of the ferry crossings along the Qingcang River.
The place was rather remote, and there were few people living on either bank. On ordinary days, only a few small boats could be found by the ferry.
But over the past few days, Sishui Crossing had completely shed its usual desolation and become exceptionally lively.
The ferry was packed with all kinds of boats. Several camps had been set up along the bank, and over a hundred cultivators dressed in hooded black robes had gathered there.
Dozens of enormous bonfires had been lit along both banks, illuminating the Qingcang River until it looked as bright as day.
Not only that, but the waterways and roads around Sishui Crossing had all been sealed off by the Luotian Sect.
The waterways in particular had been cut off from over a hundred li away. Every passing boat was detained, and any that resisted was sunk on the spot.
The people aboard those boats were transported by ship to the waters of Sishui Crossing, bled, and then thrown into the Qingcang River. The entire river had practically been dyed blood-red.
At the eastern ferry of Sishui Crossing, several Black Robe Cultivators stood on