Rescue

The feeble moan was as weak as a guttering candle in the wind, mixed with the lingering damp chill at the bottom of the Yellow Spring, drifting thread by thread into their ears.

Medusa, Xiao Yi Xian, and Qing Lin, who had been separately investigating the strange surroundings, all stiffened at the sound. They immediately focused themselves, wariness spreading through their eyes as the Dou Qi gathered around them sank even deeper. Together, they turned toward the source of the moan.

Hearing the faint sound, Xiao Ling raised a brow slightly, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. Just as expected. It seems we are about to find where Yao Ming is. That will allow the rest of the plan to proceed more smoothly as intended.

Xiao Ling then composed himself. A strand of extremely condensed spiritual perception abruptly formed into a line and swept precisely toward the source of the moan. Yet after investigating, he found no other movement in the area. The faint cry for help from before had also fallen silent, with no further echo.

Though there was no subsequent sound to confirm it, Xiao Ling had already precisely pinpointed the source based solely on the aura carried by that faint sound.

The concealment methods at the other party's location were certainly exquisite, thoroughly hiding their aura and isolating all sounds. Yet they could not escape the ultimate Soul Perception of a Dou Sheng expert like Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling's gaze slowly lowered. The bottom of the Yellow Spring was wide and unobstructed in every direction. If there truly was a place to hide someone, only the muddy layer beneath the sand and stones remained. Without further hesitation, he lowered his arm, thick Dou Qi abruptly gathering in his palm as he viciously grabbed