Lu Xiaotian had also taken an antidote pill. He could even make use of the poison to a certain extent, surrounding the two of them with it to conceal their auras extremely well.
Most of the poison spirits beneath the water's surface were in a deep slumber, undergoing the poison's baptism. As long as they did not make too much noise, they would not be roused for the time being.
Lu Xiaotian charged straight through the blue expanse, searching many places along the way. There were plenty of powerful auras within, but thanks to his advantage in spiritual sense, he sensed them first and avoided them in advance.
Until he found Su Qing, Lu Xiaotian did not want to provoke a conflict. There was no point in fighting for its own sake.
Several hours later, he still had nothing to show for it. Lu Xiaotian's brows knitted tightly. Su Qing had left behind not the slightest trace of her aura, and neither had the Silver Roc Corpse.
Without any clues, even Lu Xiaotian, with his cultivation, was at a loss. Just as he was pondering what to do, an extremely weak cry, filled with endless pain, drifted over.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly sharpened. The Silver Roc Corpse! He studied the empty space before him carefully. Aside from wisps of faint blue mist drifting about, there was nothing out of the ordinary. It looked much like the surrounding area.
The Old Poison's miasma greatly interfered with spiritual sense. On top of that, this blue expanse was covered in countless restrictions, severely limiting Lu Xiaotian's spiritual sense as well.
But now that he had heard the Silver Roc Corpse's cry, he could use it to pick apart this tangled mess, strand by strand, and drag that fellow, the Illusory Sound Mustard Seed