This journey...
Li Qingjing did return, but he was alone—and covered in blood, grievously wounded!
Tempted by treasure, even fellow disciples and clansmen would turn blades on one another, let alone a group of strangers.
Back then on Three Mountains Peak, everyone had gone mad with greed. Even Qi Refinement cultivators had dared to attack Foundation Establishment cultivators!
Li Qinglan still remembered the look on Cousin Qingjing's face as he fell, and the words he gave her as he stuffed a bloodstained storage pouch into her hands: "...I... I can't make it... Qinglan... remember... you must bring these resources back to the clan..."
After that came pursuit and flight...
If not for the stack of spirit talismans Huang San had given her unexpectedly proving of great use, a weak woman like her might well have died outright in the wilderness.
"Almost there!"
"Once I get past this little ravine, Little Moon Mountain will be ahead!"
A trace of joy appeared on Li Qinglan's face.
Yet before the corners of her lips could rise, her vision suddenly went black.
"No... I still can't..."
Li Qinglan collapsed in despair. Before she fell, she vaguely saw a figure standing atop a magical artifact descend from midair and steadily catch her.
"Tsk, tsk... Waiting by the tree stump for rabbits really does work!"
Over the past several days, Aaron had been circling and scouting around Little Moon Mountain, patrolling with his divine sense like a patient hunter.
And this time, his patience had paid off.
"Why is there only one?"
Aaron carried Li Qinglan back to his cave abode and, without another word, immediately began searching her soul, obtaining everything she knew.
"They're all dead? Blinded by greed... Still, they weren't wrong. If they missed this opportunity, it would be far too difficult for