The two looked at each other for a moment, then, as if by unspoken agreement, set the topic aside for now.
Snow crunched beneath their feet. The sky remained a dull gray, and in the distant clouds, those streaks of spiritual light still drifted, unhurried.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the secret realm, the camp where the Da Gan cultivators had temporarily set up was far from as quiet as this snowfield.
Gu Chengming and Xu Huaiyi had yet to return, and everyone had their own thoughts.
Among the crowd, one person was more uneasy than anyone else: Fellow Daoist Jiang.
On the surface, he looked calm, with even a hint of worry on his face. He blended in with the Da Gan cultivators around him, who were all frowning as they waited for news, and seemed perfectly at home.
In truth, his mind was replaying everything that had happened since they entered the secret realm.
The conclusion was disheartening.
—Gu Chengming had very likely already discovered his identity.
And now, it seemed that running was his only way out.
Jiang Yun discreetly flexed his fingers, shifting the magical artifact in his sleeve to a more convenient position. At the same time, he began surveying the surrounding terrain from the corner of his eye.
Flying was forbidden in the secret realm. That was a nuisance.
But the Heavenly Vault's interior was complex, with turbulent currents running through it and plenty of natural barriers to use. As long as he ran fast enough and had a good sense of direction, shaking off anyone pursuing him wasn't impossible.
Besides, he had people of his own in the secret realm.
All he needed was a suitable moment to slip out of Da Gan's sight and meet up with his people, then—