Chen Mo took out that inner core again, sensed it for a moment, then looked up at the sky once more, but he could see nothing. Everything before him was dim, and he could not see beyond three meters.
He could only quietly take out the Timer to see what time it was.
After all, he was inside a canyon, a semi-independent Small World—perhaps even an entirely separate one. The transition between dark night and daytime was strictly timed. Once the time came, it would become light or dark.
He had to return before dawn. Otherwise, once those Martial Artists got up, it would be difficult to slip back into the camp.
And if he stayed away too long, Ouyang Ruo Xi would worry about him.
He had come tonight to collect Golden-edged Snow Lotus, yet the night had turned out to be quite eventful. He had actually obtained a Ten-thousand-year Golden-edged Snow Lotus, as well as the Big White Dough Ball inner core in his hand. Not bad at all!
But there was still another inner core he had no way of getting. That really left him unwilling to accept it.
The time showed it was already past 4:40 in the morning. There was a little over an hour until dawn. He no longer delayed and prepared to return to camp.
Before returning, however, he still needed to deal with every trace he had left behind—cleaning up what needed cleaning and erasing what needed erasing.
After a round of busy work, he searched the hills once more. Once he confirmed there was nothing else he had missed, he sped toward the camp by the route he had taken here.
More than half an hour after Chen Mo left, a white figure quietly poked half its head out from a