After a while, the reeds once again fell silent amid He Rushuang's suppressed yet feverish cries.
Lu Xiaotian's gaze was icy. If they had been ordinary people, he would have turned around and left. Why would he have stayed here so long, fouling his own ears? But one of them happened to be He Rushuang. He Rushuang had originally come with Jin Changdao, and not for any other reason than the legendary Nascent Soul Fruit.
If he had encountered them somewhere else, Lu Xiaotian would only have thought it a coincidence. Yet they had appeared ahead of him, precisely in the direction the Blood Floater had been traveling earlier.
Someone else had reached the front, and Lu Xiaotian was delighted rather than alarmed. When all these coincidences gathered together, they were no longer coincidences. This meant his earlier guess had probably been correct: the Nascent Soul Fruit was very likely in the direction he had been traveling. Moreover, the inside information known by He Rushuang and the others seemed to be even greater than he had imagined.
While he was still hesitating, He Rushuang emerged from the reeds, her face flushed and her clothes disheveled. Close behind her came a handsome young man wearing a blue headscarf and carrying a plum-blossom folding fan.
The two leaned against each other by the river for a while, whispered a few words, and then hurried into the distance.
Lu Xiaotian did not hesitate and started after them. His gaze swept casually across the riverbank, and his heart suddenly tightened. There had actually been other people here just now.
Among the scattered Spirit Stones originally lying by the river, two superior-grade Spirit Stones had vanished without a trace. There were no traces of birds, beasts, or people on the ground. For cultivators, leaving no