Hao Shuai, who had fled, had no idea someone had their eye on him.
Even if he had known, he probably wouldn't have cared. Zen Master Xiaoyue's power posed no threat to him at all.
After leaving Ciyun Temple, Hao Shuai intended to return to Yin Wind Cave in the Hundred Barbarian Mountains and find another good place for cultivation with Dongfang Bai and the others.
Just as Hao Shuai was about to reach the Hundred Barbarian Mountains, he seemed to remember something and changed course, flying toward Dian Province.
He sped tens of thousands of miles along the way.
Before long, a verdant mountain came into view.
At its summit, hundreds of enormous osmanthus trees, like giants that had been growing for countless years, surrounded a deep pool shaped like a bowl. It sat high on the mountaintop and spanned barely a mile.
The pool water was pitch-black, like a basin of ink, its depth impossible to fathom. Wisps of purple mist and clouds shrouded the area around it.
"This is the place!" Certain he hadn't come to the wrong spot, Hao Shuai plunged down like a meteor, then landed gently atop a nearby mountain.
The moment his feet touched the ground, Hao Shuai sensed someone approaching.
A short while later, a woman dressed in black appeared before him.
She looked about sixteen or seventeen. She had a broad back and slender waist, an air of heroic confidence, an oval face, a nose like fine jade, ears like jade pendants, teeth like pearls, and lips painted red. Her arched brows swept toward her temples, and her bright eyes shone like stars. Her long lashes lent her eyes the clear sheen of autumn waters, and she was radiant.
As soon as the woman in black saw Hao Shuai, she asked,