Lin Yi took the clan's Blood-Dripping Compass and led the Dragon Clan onto the road of hunting down the show-off.
As the name implied, the Blood-Dripping Compass was a magical artifact that could trace the bloodline of Lin Clan members.
As long as they were within a thousand li, it could provide a faint directional reading.
With every hundred li they closed in, the reading would become clearer.
Once the distance fell below three hundred li, it could directly lock onto the target's location.
Of course, at their level of cultivation, within three hundred li, they could catch someone by their aura even without the compass.
Elsewhere.
Lin Heng carried the tightly bound Long Shishi and temporarily hid in an abandoned village not far from Linxiang Immortal City.
The earth had been dyed red with blood.
Ordinary people had undoubtedly suffered the greatest casualties.
There was no way to judge whether massacring cities, towns, and villages was right or wrong. Everything was for one's own benefit.
Two days passed, yet there was still no sign of Hua Qi returning.
Lin Heng could not help growing anxious. According to his plan, Saint Ye should have spread rumors about the Changlin Clan and shifted the blame onto the Lin Family.
Then Huahua would go negotiate with the Dragon Clan and demand ransom.
Why had Huahua not returned yet?
Negotiations should not have taken this long!
Lin Heng stood on the rooftop and looked into the distance. His Divine Sense swept across several hundred li, yet not even the grass stirred.
Below the eaves, the little girl bound in the courtyard hopped about in fury. "Hey! Are you done yet? How long are you going to keep me tied up?"
"Too noisy—!"
Smack—!
Lin Heng swung a huge slap through the air. Long