A vast amount of earth element gathered around Lin Qi. He led everyone beside him forward, following the rhythm of the earth's pulse step by step. Each stride carried him over a mile. In the span of a few dozen breaths, they had already left Flame City far behind and entered a range south of the city known as the Cold Fir Mountains.
This mountain range stretched for a thousand miles and was over two hundred miles wide at its broadest point. Cliffs and sheer precipices lay everywhere among the peaks, while countless spruces hundreds of years old grew upon the steep slopes. The spruces stood silently in the wind-howling night, like demonic war puppets silently guarding the tombs of ancient emperors.
Lin Qi stopped within a circular basin surrounded by mountains.
Bilibili furtively vanished into the darkness. His aura completely merged with the dark; even Lin Qi would have been unable to sense Bilibili's presence without the soul imprint.
Without a word, Mr. Mo flung several bottles of secret medicine from his sleeves. The fine powder rapidly turned into colorless, odorless gas in the air, hanging heavily and sluggishly within it. Then Mr. Mo grabbed Etris and retreated toward the edge of the basin.
A self-proclaimed master of secret medicines, magic pattern master, scholar, great sage, and other non-combat professions all rolled into one genius, Mr. Mo had never had any interest in confronting people head-on. Stabbing knives into backs and striking black blows in the shadows—those were his greatest hobbies.
"The hot blood and impulsiveness of youth have already left me!" Mr. Mo said somewhat bleakly, tucking both hands into his wide sleeves. With a casual gesture, he released several more bottles of medicine. "Thinking back, I used to enjoy riding a fine horse, brandishing a long spear,