That was precisely because there were multiple possibilities.
Moreover, Ding Ling had performed too well.
So Wu Song had not grown overly suspicious of him.
Since they had already come to the West Lake area,
Ding Ling would sooner or later visit Broken Bridge to see what kind of person Bai Suzhen truly was. Thus, he was in no hurry and went with Wu Song to Phoenix Mountain first.
As he stepped into the mountain, his Heavenly Eye opened and closed. Before him lay drifting mists and warm emerald greenery, countless rocks competing in beauty, radiant mountains and charming rivers—a landscape as beautiful as a painting.
This mountain was completely different from some of the peaks he had seen before. Its waters were clear, its mountains green, and it was secluded and wondrously beautiful.
Only a handful of mountains, such as Mount Emei and Mount Qingcheng, could compare with it.
A glimpse through a tube was enough to see the leopard.
Ding Ling believed it when people said this mountain contained a secret realm.
His spirits lifted slightly as he smiled and followed Wu Song deeper into Phoenix Mountain. Along the way, they encountered quite a few herb gatherers and hunters, but Ding Ling and Wu Song paid them no attention, merely searching everywhere for traces of demons.
But just as Wu Song had said earlier, demonic traces were ethereal, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.
It was not easy to truly find them.
Ding Ling knew that there was no use in rushing.
He had been in this world for nearly two months, yet he still had no clue about secret realms. Now that he had a lead, he was not in a hurry to spend another day or two. Instead, he and Wu Song felled trees atop Phoenix Mountain and