The mountain forest lay silent as White Robes moved slowly through it.
"Careful."
Lin Ruohuan sent the voice transmission cautiously, a light sheen of sweat beading on his brow.
Tong Feng was even more painstakingly cautious. With every step he took, he gently dissipated the force with spiritual essence, not daring to crush even the withered branches and fallen leaves beneath his feet.
Within the hushed forest, the two White Robes felt their way forward step by step, unaware that even their palms had begun to sweat.
All of a sudden.
"Pop~"
A soft sound shattered the silence.
Lin and Tong spun around in unison.
"Who's there?!"
Tong Feng's furious shout was like a thunderclap, as though only this could suppress the fear in his heart.
The two craned their heads to look.
Not far away, a little yellow flower, more than half withered, trembled faintly. It seemed to have been nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; its bud regained vitality and bloomed anew.
"Pop~"
"Pop~"
Similar sounds rang out sparsely from all around them.
The moment Lin Ruohuan released his spiritual sense, he saw the withered flowers and dying grass around them returning to life one by one, blooming brilliantly once more.
"This is..."
He was startled and had yet to explain when Tong Feng at his side cried out in shock, "Hometown of Flower Fragrance?!"
Indeed, in this silent mountain forest, neither White Robes nor anyone else possessed such poetic means of attack. Only Saint Slave's Haitang'er, whom they had seen in the earlier footage, did.
"Haitang'er... Ba Zunan?"
Both men's hearts tightened.
The last scene they had witnessed atop Five Luminaries Mountain in the eastern corner of Eight Palaces Town was of the Eighth Sword Immortal preparing to strike, only to be knocked unconscious