Twilight completely swallowed the Hengduan Mountains.
Zhang Chu and Song Li walked along that old road buried by wild grass for about two hours, and the night had already grown too thick to melt away.
The wind in the mountains poured upward from the bottom of the valley, wrapped in the damp scent of vegetation and a faint hint of incense, causing the branches and leaves of the dense forests on both sides to rustle.
Song Li walked behind.
The short sword was not returned to its sheath.
The faint glow of the Dharma Bone attribute on the blade resembled an extremely tiny lamp in the night.
She maintained a distance of half a step the entire time, her pace neither hurried nor slow, but Zhang Chu could sense that the rhythm of her breathing was slightly tighter than during the day.
"Dao Master, there is light ahead."
Song Li's voice was kept very low.
Zhang Chu saw it too.
About three miles ahead, a patch of dim, warm light leaked from the depression of the mountain col.
That light was not bright, as if suppressed by something, and could only leak a few wisps from the gaps of the dwellings.
Yeyu Village.
It was exactly the same as when he came last time!
That low stone wall at the village entrance, that Cyan Stone Stele erected at the base of the wall, that muddy road glowing coldly after being soaked by rain, and even that damp earthy smell in the air remained unchanged.
Yet Zhang Chu's footsteps stopped at the village entrance.
His Spiritual Power had already quietly spread out, a three-hundred-li Sea of Consciousness acting like an invisible net covering the entire settlement.
And the instant his perception touched that Cyan Stone Stele at the village entrance, his