The Land of Death and Dust
Reneedol suddenly laughed.
Rod is pretty cautious.
She had just gone to the Land of the Far North and asked a few ordinary people, but none of them knew anything about Demon King Mara.
Just as she was feeling disappointed, she changed her mind and went to look for the handful of powerful people in the area.
Those powerful people did know about Demon King Mara.
They all said Demon King Mara was in the most barren mountains in the north, and that his whereabouts were uncertain.
If one person said it, it might be a lie. But if everyone said the same thing, it couldn't be false.
And on the way there and back, she had occasionally overheard people talking. They said Demon King Mara was hunting down the world's top ten swordsmen.
Only Red Ghost remained alive.
It seemed Red Ghost was the low-key sort, keeping some of his strength hidden.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived until now.
But there's no need to care much about those swordsmen.
Reneedol's gaze swept across the boys' faces.
What matters is that I can now be sure these boys are neither Red Ghost nor Demon King Mara.
Thinking of this, Reneedol shook her head and said, "I was actually off doing something else."
"What were you doing?" Mu asked.
Reneedol said, "Mu, do you remember the Full Moon Festival two years ago, when I gave you a stone carving? I made it with my own hands. I even told you I never made stone carvings for anyone—that you were the only one."
Without waiting for Mu to answer, she turned to Qi Ruo and said, "Two months ago, I secretly beat up the boy who kept bothering you."
"Chi Hu, I remember your birthday, and