Ji Shu descended Mount Song.
Not long ago, he had gone up to Shaolin Temple, only to retreat again.
He could sense that some great killing intent, some grave crisis, seemed to be hidden within Shaolin Temple.
If he did not go, so be it. But once he did, something very bad might happen. He trusted his senses, so he decisively went down the mountain.
"What else in Shaolin Temple could make me sense danger?!"
Ji Shu was unsettled and suspicious.
Yet he did not dwell on it.
After returning to Mount Hua to cultivate for a while, this feeling of impending danger should naturally fade by then.
Thinking thus, Ji Shu made several leaps and arrived before his horse. He untied the reins, vaulted onto its back, clamped his legs around its belly, and gave a clear shout. Neigh! The white horse reared up, its forehooves kicking twice through the air. After neighing twice, it suddenly stamped heavily onto the ground, then accelerated and charged into the distance.
Not long after he left.
A figure drifted down like a ghost onto the spot where Ji Shu had been standing. He looked around the area, then in the direction Ji Shu had departed, muttering:
"Strange. Why has my mind been so unsettled tonight? It seemed someone had entered Shaolin Temple under cover of night. Was it that little fellow?"
"But that little fellow is alert. The moment he stepped into Shaolin Temple, he left. It would not have been easy for me to make a move against him."
His nose twitched as he caught a faint scent of blood. His expression changed slightly, and he followed the scent. The closer he got, the stronger the bloody smell became.
When he entered the territory of the Mount Song Sect.
The sight