Hao Xuan

What was going to happen?

Mo Hua frowned and craned his head to look outside the carriage.

The night outside was deep and dark.

The carriage traveled along the road. Not far to the left stood a Little Immortal City, while to the right stretched a Wild Mountain range.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then decided to get down and take a look.

He brought the carriage to a stop, jumped down, tethered the horse nearby, and released his Divine Consciousness to sense the unfamiliar aura of Karma.

There was a faint trace of blood...

And a thin hint of killing intent.

Keeping himself hidden, Mo Hua followed that thread of aura and silently made his way toward the Wild Mountains on the right.

Withered grass carpeted the ground, and brambles grew in dense tangles.

Jagged rocks littered the mountain as well, painfully uneven beneath his feet.

After walking for the time it took to burn an incense stick, Mo Hua sensed something amiss. He stopped, crouched down, and looked at the ground, his gaze sinking.

There were bloodstains on the ground. They had not dried yet and seemed to have been shed not long ago.

The gravel had been scattered into disarray.

It seemed someone had sprinted past at full speed.

A faint scent of blood still lingered in the air, along with a shallow trace of Lingli.

This was...

Mo Hua's heart tightened slightly.

Someone was being hunted?

Moreover, the aura of Karma was somewhat dark and heavy—and somewhat familiar.

Mo Hua focused and performed a Derivation Calculation, only to freeze.

In a hazy vision, he saw two men in black hunting down a youth amid the dark Wild Mountains.

The moonlight was bleak and cold, and their blades gleamed with a frigid light.

Blood flowed from