He truly was a "Jie" who understood the times!
After taking one big slap across the face, the young man sobered up on the spot.
Jie walked ahead with a hand over his face, feeling as if an echo was still circling inside his skull. It seemed that if the other man's slap had carried just a little more force, he would have gone up to meet his long-departed great-grandmother.
His Mind Sense probed outward, sizing up Lin Heng, yet he could not sense the slightest aura from him at all. It was as if the one following behind him was an ordinary person.
Lin Heng glanced at him and said mildly, "Using Mind Sense to scan others is a very impolite act, especially when you run into powerful cultivators. Did that slap just now not teach you anything?"
Faced with his warning, Jie's nerve had clearly weakened a great deal. His brows furrowed slightly, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally could not help asking, "What realm are you in now?"
"You?"
"Senior!"
Lin Heng raised a brow, only then answering, "Nascent Soul Realm."
"You have too many questions. Hurry up and lead the way. If you try any tricks, I can't say about anything else, but your little life will definitely be the first thing left here."
"Yes."
Under his threat, Jie also began to keep his mouth shut, merely leading the way in front.
Roughly three hours later, after a long trek northward all the way into a dense forest where even sunlight could hardly weave through, Lin Heng finally realized that the Blood Moon Cult's new territory was hidden far too deeply.
Being concealed was naturally good, but this hidden, so far removed from worldly city-states, seemed inconvenient too.
(˙ε˙) Forget it, forget it.