Western Mountains
At one of its outer edges.
Flags bearing the emblem of twin swords flew high, held in neat ranks by the heavy cavalry.
The white-clad force stood silently there, like an unmarked scroll unfurled across the land.
A grim, murderous aura permeated the air.
"It's around here."
Ning Fengzhi sat astride his fine horse, surveying the surroundings as he spoke.
"According to the scouts who returned to the sect, the sect's caravan was plundered somewhere nearby."
Luo Li raised his head.
Before him stretched mountains as far as the eye could see, along with dense, verdant forests.
"Hiding inside like rats?"
Luo Li saw through their intentions at a glance and let out a disdainful laugh.
This might have worked against ordinary armies.
The complicated terrain and unknown location could indeed allow them to remain in an advantageous position.
But for an army made up of Soul Masters, it was of little use.
Terrain that was troublesome for ordinary armies had never been much of a problem for Soul Masters, even Soul Elders.
As for their location...
"Your Highness, leave finding those people to me."
Ghostly Shadow volunteered.
Searching for the tracks of rats hidden within these vast, complex mountains was something Ghostly Shadow excelled at.
This was precisely a good opportunity for him to demonstrate his worth.
"Mm." Luo Li nodded slightly, approving Ghostly Shadow's request.
At once, Ghostly Shadow turned into a strange streak of black light and slipped into the forest.
His figure moved soundlessly through the woods, as elusive and undetectable as his name suggested.
Naturally, Ghostly Shadow could not search every corner of the Western Mountains.
Spiritual Power was the key to tracking their traces.
As long as Ghostly Shadow moved through the area and continuously swept different regions with his Spiritual Power,