I Could No Longer Tell Whether I Was Black or White

At daybreak, they continued onward. The world was vast; trying to run into other people so aimlessly really depended somewhat on luck.

Of course, it was not entirely a matter of luck. Those who had left that ancient forest likely would not have gone too far in such a short time. This was not a contest to see who could run the fastest—they had come to search for Spirit Seeds.

The few of them had neglected their proper business and should be considered among those moving faster. By rights, they ought to have gotten ahead of one group of people. If they searched now, they had a chance of running into someone.

Yun Huan was rather unlucky. The dignified mountain lord of Cloud-Crossing Mountain had become their pathfinder, scouting ahead in the direction they were traveling.

Around late morning, Yun Huan, who had gone ahead to scout, came flying back. He made a hand signal, and the others immediately darted into the forest to hide.

Yun Ji asked, "What is it?"

Yun Huan said, "People. They look like disciples of the Skywalking Sect."

The few people hidden among the treetops exchanged glances. Within the Tiandu Secret Realm, Skywalking Sect disciples were the hardest to provoke, because they had plenty of talismans. Every disciple who entered had been equipped with them. It could not be helped—the entire sect specialized in crafting talismans, and they had the resources for it.

Under normal circumstances, no one would provoke Skywalking Sect disciples, and the Skywalking Sect did not want to compete for first place either.

Talismans were basically single-use items, and they were expensive. Using talismans meant burning money, so not many people normally bought them. Yet whenever the Tiandu Secret Realm opened, all factions rushed to purchase them, and the Skywalking Sect made