Xu Yi stopped in Qiyu City, north of the Vast Sea. He repeatedly visited the major merchant guilds and frequently ventured into the East Mang Mountains, three thousand li away. That afternoon, the moment he left Qiyu City, someone began tailing him. His figure flickered unpredictably, and his senses were exceptionally keen; in an instant, he had shaken off his pursuer.
Half an incense stick later, dozens of figures descended beside the Whitewater River, just outside Qiyu City. Had Xu Yi been there, he would have recognized quite a few familiar faces: not only Gu Beiting and Old Sui, but also the melancholy middle-aged man known as "Lord Shaoqing," Old Man in Golden Robes, and the rest of their party.
There were also many unfamiliar faces among them. The weakest in this group had reached the Third Realm of Divine Map, and such cultivators were in the minority. The most eye-catching of all was a red-haired giant, with rugged features, a high protuberance at the center of his forehead, and a pair of blood-red eyes that seemed like an abyss of blood.
"Where is he? Where the hell did he go?" Gu Beiting grabbed a burly man a head taller than himself and roared at him, his voice hoarse.
The burly man replied in a trembling voice, "Reporting to the Manor Lord, he entered the East Mang Mountains." "Why didn't you stay on his heels?" "I did, I did, but he was too fast. I couldn't keep up."
"You fool! You idiot! How many times did I warn you? You were never to follow him, yet you dared to disobey my orders. I'll flay you alive!" Gu Beiting's face twisted until it was nearly unrecognizable.
Before he could act, the red-haired giant snatched up the burly man and swallowed him