"This journey is fraught with danger, Guest Official Yang. You must be exceedingly careful."
She took an exquisite jade bottle from her Storage Ring and handed it to Yang Lingtian.
"These are divine pills for healing. Perhaps they will be of some help to you."
Yang Lingtian accepted the jade bottle with tears of gratitude. "Many thanks for Your Highness's gift, Saintess. I am deeply grateful."
The two exchanged a few more insincere courtesies before Liu Ruyan finally departed reluctantly.
Once Liu Ruyan had left, the respect and helplessness on Yang Lingtian's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold smile.
He weighed the jade bottle in his hand and stirred his divine sense.
He immediately noticed that the pills seemed to contain some extremely subtle tracking marks.
"That demoness really isn't someone to be trifled with."
Yang Lingtian casually tossed the jade bottle into a corner of his Storage Ring. He had never intended to use it.
The next day, under the worried and sympathetic gazes of the disciples from Yanxia Peak,
Yang Lingtian left the Xuanba Sword Sect alone and headed toward the perilous Wanmo Mountain Range.
His figure was graceful and his steps unhurried. He showed not the slightest fear or panic at the danger he was about to face.
It was as if this journey were merely an ordinary outing to admire the mountains and rivers.
The Wanmo Mountain Range stretched across a vast territory. Ancient trees towered into the sky, blotting out the heavens and sun.
A faint layer of inky miasma lingered throughout the mountains year-round, filling the area with a gloomy, eerie atmosphere.
It was a paradise for demonic beasts and a forbidden land for adventurers.
Deep within a secluded valley with treacherous terrain and jagged rocks,
a figure dressed in golden