"Void Spirit Root... damn it, these bastards couldn't be targeting the Sect Master's precious disciple, could they?" Wang Wu spat, and Wen Hai's slightly vacant face surfaced in her mind. If that was really the case, then things would be terribly troublesome. The Sect Master cherished that disciple like his own eyes. If anything happened to him, wouldn't the entire Lingjian Sect turn upside down? More importantly, she would be held responsible too. Just thinking about it gave her a headache.
"Disciple, we're leaving!" Wang Wu grabbed Xuan Mo and, without caring whether he had found his footing, immediately summoned her flying sword. Transforming into a streak of light, she shot into the sky and sped toward the barren mountain the old man had mentioned.
Xuan Mo only felt the wind howl beside his ears as the scenery before him flew backward. If he hadn't clung tightly to Wang Wu's waist, he would probably have been thrown off long ago. He complained inwardly. This master of mine is way too unreliable. Couldn't she at least consider her disciple's feelings?
Before long, the two arrived at the foot of the barren mountain. Yin energy swirled here, the vegetation had withered, and a nauseating stench of blood permeated the air, sending chills down one's spine.
"Tsk, this place really is sinister." Wang Wu frowned and covered her nose in disgust. She gripped the Kunshan Sword and cautiously headed toward the mountaintop.
Xuan Mo followed close behind, his heart filled with unease. Although he had transmigrated from the Primordial Wilderness as a top-tier powerhouse, this body was ultimately still that of a rookie. When facing such sinister methods, he still felt somewhat apprehensive.
The two carefully made their way to the mountaintop. There, they saw a huge altar standing in the center, surrounded