"Something's happened up ahead. Let's wait a bit and see." The group was halfway along their route when Lu Xiaotian suddenly spoke.
The eight-legged demonic ox, Niu Kun, glanced at Lu Xiaotian suspiciously, unsure what he had discovered this time.
However, Lu Xiaotian had been trailing behind the group earlier, so he must have had some other arrangement in mind. After witnessing the battle between Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Sicheng, Niu Kun and the others didn't ask any questions. They simply stopped and landed to rest.
Lian Yue had only joined the group recently. Even now, he could only be considered a prisoner. Yet the longer he stayed with them, the more he sensed just how much prestige the silver-haired young man commanded. It was truly remarkable: so many matters could be settled with a single word from him. That was something rarely seen in other groups.
Seeing that no one objected, Lu Xiaotian unceremoniously sat down cross-legged among them.
Naturally, he hadn't stopped because he had discovered something else. With the Heaven-Dry Fish Eye destroyed, he had no other way to observe places beyond his line of sight.
The others found his actions somewhat strange, but Lu Xiaotian had his reasons. Ever since he had formed his Nascent Soul and endured the Nascent Soul tribulation, the Purpleleaf Zhenwu had blocked several bolts of tribulation lightning for him. It had been so badly damaged that it had fallen into a deep slumber. No matter how much spiritual power Lu Xiaotian poured into it afterward, it had been like mud oxen sinking into the sea, with no response at all. The one thing that reassured him was that the Purpleleaf Zhenwu had been absorbing more and more spiritual power. The fact that it could still absorb spiritual power meant it was