Inside the karst cave.
"Enough."
"Did I ever say I was going to kill her?"
Ye Xuan waved his hand, cutting off Zhang Xiaofan's endless rambling.
"Huh?"
Zhang Xiaofan froze, his mouth hanging wide open.
"Since you saved someone from Great Bamboo Peak, we'll call it even."
Ye Xuan glanced at Bi Yao and spoke with a calm expression.
"Qingyun Sect isn't an unreasonable place, either."
"I'll remember this favor."
With that,
he ignored their reactions and headed straight toward the depths of the karst cave.
His footsteps were steady.
His back was tall and imposing.
In truth, Ye Xuan was cursing inwardly with every step.
This is fucking exhausting.
His calves were cramping.
He had to find somewhere to sit down soon, or he would really be exposed.
Watching that retreating figure, Bi Yao's taut nerves relaxed slightly, but the wariness in her eyes did not completely fade.
This orthodox sect disciple...
seemed somewhat different from those old fogies who spouted nothing but benevolence, righteousness, morality, and virtue.
The three of them continued through the dark, complicated karst cave for an unknown length of time.
The surroundings grew increasingly damp.
Strange red stones began appearing on the rock walls, giving off a faint glow like the eyes of some kind of beast.
The atmosphere here was even more eerie than before.
A faint smell of blood permeated the air.
It was not fresh blood, but the rotten aura of something that had settled for a thousand years.
"Senior Brother."
"Is this path... right?"
Walking in the middle, Zhang Xiaofan gripped the Firewood Stick tightly and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know."
Ye Xuan's answer was blunt.
He genuinely did not know the way.
Although he had read the original story and knew there was a Blood