With every step she took, she left no trace, like a ghost drifting through the air.
Yet each foot landed on solid ground, upon those weathered Bluestone slabs.
Some great cultivators truly could walk upon snow without leaving a trace.
Snow was solid; if one placed little enough weight upon it, no marks would indeed show.
But pooled water was liquid. The slightest touch of force would send ripples spreading outward.
"Looks like there's no avoiding this. They've already come knocking, so there's no point hiding and yielding at every turn."
Red Dust set foot on the Academy's Back Mountain once more.
"Senior!"
Yu Lian was also on the Back Mountain at this moment. Upon seeing Red Dust, she respectfully greeted her.
"No need for formalities. I'm looking for that old fellow. You must not slack off either—work hard to comprehend Immortal.
Don't bother with that bullshit about righteous and demonic paths. If Xiling doesn't know what's good for them, killing them again won't hurt!"
"Thank you, Senior!"
Inside Fuzi's wooden hut, only Fuzi and Li Manman were present.
"Senior!" Li Manman respectfully greeted Red Dust upon seeing her as well.
"No need for formalities!
Old fellow, I've seen it. She's here. To deal with you and me, she really went to great lengths, even coming to the human world in person!"
Fuzi was not surprised, for he had sensed it as well.
In Wei Guangming's eyes, Ning Que was the Underworld King's son. In Fuzi's eyes, Ning Que was merely a rather special one born knowing.
The truly unusual one was that black-clad girl holding a black umbrella, whom even he could not see through.
This further confirmed their previous investigation: the Underworld King was Haotian.
"Ah, since our guest has come all this way, we cannot be