The mountains were lush and verdant, the trees thick with foliage. Sunlight filtered through the branches, scattering golden patches of light across the ground.
The two figures, the gray-robed monk Meng Qi and Mu Yunle, gradually receded into the distance before finally vanishing at the end of the mountain road.
After who knew how long, patches of blood suddenly converged here, condensing into a blurry human figure. Its eyes were scarlet, its expression ruthless and merciless—it was none other than the Blood Sea Rakshasa!
"Where did he go..." The Blood Sea Rakshasa's spirit was like light, instantly enveloping the Wild Mountains and Ridges as it searched for every trace of Meng Qi, as well as the Flower Washing Sword Sect girl and the others mentioned by the Joyful Bodhisattva. It discovered traces that two people had once lingered here, but they had long since departed and were nowhere to be found. Even with the Blood Sea Rakshasa's Dharma Body realm, it could only vaguely sense them, unable to investigate their whereabouts with any accuracy!
She pondered for a moment before her figure suddenly scattered. Blood-colored light flew in all directions, growing fainter and fainter until it vanished into the air.
The mountains returned to silence.
"Master, this is Licheng." Mu Yunle had changed into a light-green shirt, making her look even fresher and more lively as she pointed toward the city in the distance.
Licheng was not far from the Wild Mountains and Ridges where the Ruined Temple stood. With their pace, the two reached the city gates in less than a day. Along the way, Mu Yunle saw that Master Zhending remained taciturn, carrying the weary air of someone who had weathered the vicissitudes of life. She did not dare to ask questions recklessly, and the silence all