Several days later, Lu Xiaotian watched the black shadows dispersing overhead, his expression somewhat grim. Those damned duck-billed birds had pursued him relentlessly before. After he injured one of them, he had not expected the demon birds to hold such a grudge. They had chased him for several days straight, and because there were simply too many of them, he had become separated from Su Qing and Luo Qian. Only Su Qing knew the location of the Golden Core Fruit. Now that he was alone, finding it would not be easy.
The duck-billed birds were not only vindictive, but had pursued him for days before reluctantly dispersing. Only then did Lu Xiaotian come back to his senses and notice wisps of smoke drifting all around him. A foul stench entered his nose, and within moments he felt faintly dizzy. Lu Xiaotian was greatly alarmed. This black smoke was poisonous! He hurriedly took out an antidote pill and swallowed it. The dizziness eased slightly. No wonder those duck-billed birds had abandoned their pursuit—it might well have been because of the poisonous mist here.
No matter what, he had finally escaped the demon birds' pursuit and was temporarily safe. Lu Xiaotian surveyed his surroundings. Apart from the black fog, there was nothing else to be seen. Yet this place was utterly unfamiliar to him. Reuniting with Su Qing and Luo Qian would likely be no simple matter. Not only were cultivators from Xuan Ye City active nearby, but foreign cultivators also came and went. Danger lurked on every side. Su Qing and Luo Qian would not remain where they were waiting for him, and whether they had escaped danger themselves was still unknown. For the time being, he could forget about the Golden Core Fruit. Lu Xiaotian felt a surge of frustration.