The cold wind howled, tousling the six people's hair and stirring their hearts.
Qin Yun, Yao Hong and their companion realized that they had made it through the True Saint Graveyard not because that area was relatively safe, but because their passage had been so smooth that they had underestimated their guide's abilities.
White Skirt's trio was visibly more surprised.
That graveyard was undoubtedly a place of great peril, yet the other party had made it through without encountering danger.
That meant the Spirit Wandering cultivator surnamed Fang was more capable than the guide in their own group.
"I'm starting to think Hao Jun and the others weren't just lucky. Their guide really is capable."
The Close to the Dao Seed on White Skirt's side spoke in admiration.
When they had first entered Black Mountain Ridge this time, they had followed Hao Jun's trio, intending to let the three scout the way. Later, they had indeed nearly disturbed a great demon.
But after the two groups had completely parted ways, they were the ones who had encountered danger and turned back.
Without a doubt, under the guidance of the Spirit Wandering cultivator surnamed Fang, Hao Jun and Yan Liang had most likely made it deeper without trouble.
They, on the other hand, would have to spend several more days there.
Deep within the No. 3 Forbidden Land, on a cliff.
Wu Qingqing, Hao Jun and the others stood there, gazing at the scene before them.
In the distance, a great river rushed between beautiful mountains. There was no mist or gloom; instead, the scenery was exceptionally beautiful and tranquil.
The sunset clouds flew alongside a lone wild duck, while the autumn waters and the vast sky shared a single hue.
"There won't be any danger here, will there?"
Shu