The first day of May, Immortal Martial Arts Era.
There were twenty-seven days left until the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention.
Ye Ping and Su Changyu had also been on the road for three days.
That night.
Inside the main hall of the Qingyun Dao Sect.
Grand Hua Daoist frowned, seemingly lost in thought.
"What exactly did I forget to do?"
"How strange. Why does it feel like something went wrong?"
"Why can't I remember it at all?"
Grand Hua Daoist muttered to himself.
Ever since Ye Ping and Su Changyu had left, he had felt as though there was something he had not done, yet he simply could not recall what it was.
After pondering for a long while, Grand Hua Daoist still shook his head.
After all, things one could not remember were usually not important matters.
Just then.
The sky was black as ink.
Within a mountain range, two figures walked through the mountains beneath the moonlight.
Under the moonlight.
Su Changyu carefully studied the map, his expression somewhat strange.
According to the map, they should have arrived at Changlin City already. Why were they still out in this desolate wilderness?
They had traveled through the night for three straight days, and Su Changyu was somewhat unable to endure it any longer. He only hoped to reach an ancient city soon and rest properly.
"Junior Brother, don't you feel that it's rather chilly here?"
Among the forest, Su Changyu frowned.
He felt a faint chill. He did not know whether it was merely in his head or whether this place was truly sinister, but his entire body felt uncomfortable.
Hearing Su Changyu's words, Ye Ping sensed the surroundings, yet he did not detect even the slightest chill. Nothing seemed different.
"Senior Brother, it's fine. This junior brother doesn't