Fang Mo hurried toward the place indicated to him, killing any mutant beasts he encountered along the way. He also ran into several groups of Trial Takers and lent a hand whenever he saw them in danger, but he never lingered, heading straight for his destination.
"It should be just ahead!"
He stood atop a mountain peak and gazed at the ranges stretching into the distance. Yet there were no trees on those mountains, as though they belonged to a barren, lifeless world. That seemed to be where he needed to go.
But just as he was about to move, his heart suddenly jolted, and he stopped in his tracks.
"Has something happened that concerns me?"
Fang Mo pressed a hand to his chest. With his current physique, there was no possibility of a heart problem. He had a vague sense that something involving him had happened.
But he was not versed in divination and had no idea what had occurred.
Ling Cangyan had fallen. His pillar of support in the Tianli Sect had collapsed.
If Fang Mo knew, would he wonder whether he was a lone star of heavenly doom? No sooner had Gu Lingfeng acknowledged him as his junior brother than he died. Now, just after his teacher had offered him some support and prepared to nurture him, he had died too.
Lean on a mountain, and the mountain crumbles; rely on water, and the water flows away. Heaven had destined him for a bitter life!
Fang Mo thought something might have happened to his maternal grandfather, but even communication talismans were useless here. He had no way of knowing whether his grandfather was safe.
He could only proceed with his earlier task. He swiftly rose into the air and swept into the mountains.
Soon, he reached a