Ye Zhi Qiu already knew.
Zhao Wuji!
That name, and that level of strength!
Who else could it be besides the Immovable Wisdom King?!
Revenge? With his pathetic skills, he ought to thank them for not killing him.
The night passed without incident.
At the first hint of dawn, Zhao Wuji's gruff voice rang out at everyone's doors:
"Get up, all of you! The sun's already shining on your asses and you're still sleeping!"
Tang San was already sitting cross-legged beneath a tree, the morning light filtering through the gaps in the leaves and falling across his face.
As the Purple Demon Eyes circulated, a faint violet glimmer flashed through his gaze.
To cultivate this ultimate art, he had long since grown accustomed to rising before daybreak.
The others were nowhere near as composed.
Ma Hongjun rubbed his bleary eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction as he muttered:
"Teacher Zhao, I haven't slept enough yet!"
Though Dai Mubai got up quickly, there was still a trace of weariness between his brows.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu tugged each other upright, faint sleepiness still lingering at the corners of their eyes. They had clearly been forcibly dragged out of their dreams.
After a simple breakfast, Zhao Wuji planted his hands on his hips and swept his gaze over the group, his expression stern.
"Today, we enter the Star Dou Great Forest. All of you had better stay on high alert."
"This place is nothing like the Soul Beast forests outside. The Soul Beasts here are stronger and more vicious. No one leaves the group without permission, understood?"
"Understood!"
Everyone answered in unison, and most of their drowsiness vanished at once.
They had already traveled more than four hundred kilometers yesterday. With less than a hundred kilometers remaining today, they