At Jing Qian's speed, a distance of a hundred li was no more than the snap of a finger. He had even returned to Crimson Pearl Island before Su Min'er.
After so long, he had returned once more to the place where he had been born. That infant had already grown into a rather powerful cultivator.
After arriving on the island, he activated the power of Sumeru and concealed himself in the dimensional void. As a bystander, he watched Su Min'er wrap herself in the cloak and quietly enter the island.
He followed Su Min'er the entire way.
The little girl's purpose was so clear-cut that he couldn't help but grow somewhat curious about what she intended to do.
The two figures, one dark and one even darker, entered the depths of Crimson Pearl Island one after the other.
Corpses were strewn everywhere they went, their misery beyond description.
Qi Zhi Shi Island had slaughtered more than a hundred thousand people in one fell swoop. Jing Qian found the sight utterly horrifying.
Su Min'er seemed blind to the island's tragic state and simply continued forward with unwavering determination.
They passed through the center of the island. This place had once been the most prosperous region of Crimson Pearl Island, but now only broken walls and heaps of bones remained.
Only when she neared the ancestral mountain where the life stove was located did Su Min'er stop.
She crawled into an utterly inconspicuous dry well, then burrowed along the underground river channel toward the ancestral mountain.
This was a secret passage known only to the direct descendants of the Jing and Su Households.
Jing Qian concealed himself in the dimensional void and followed closely behind Su Min'er.
The two traveled three li and soon arrived at the foot of the ancestral