Yuan Xiang

After waiting a moment, there was no response.

Ying Wuji asked again.

Still no response.

After trying several times, Ying Wuji could not help wondering whether this Sound Transmission Stone still worked at all.

Just as he was about to put it away, he looked around as if possessed, wearing the guilty expression of a thief, then held the Sound Transmission Stone and softly said, "Crimson Blood Flows Through the Ages?"

He waited silently for ten breaths...

"Liar!"

Ying Wuji was so furious his nose nearly twisted crooked.

He had said that if danger arose, all one needed to do was shout "Crimson Blood Flows Through the Ages," yet now he could not find that bastard even when there was no danger. If he truly encountered danger and waited for him to come to the rescue, his bones would probably have gone cold by then.

Sure enough, no one else could be relied upon.

Just as he was about to put away the Sound Transmission Stone, it suddenly vibrated.

Ying Wuji hurriedly activated it, and Lu Ye's voice came from within. "Southeast!"

Ying Wuji raised his head to get his bearings. It took him quite a while to determine where southeast was before he hurried in that direction.

He soon saw Lu Ye, but what surprised him was that there was an extra young woman beside him!

A local cultivator? Ying Wuji's eyes lit up.

Lu Ye wanted to find local cultivators to gather information, and Ying Wuji had been thinking the same thing. Unfortunately, the two of them had not seen a single soul all day. Who would have thought they would run into one here?

He could not help taking another look at the young woman.

The young woman looked timid and instinctively shrank behind Lu Ye. "Senior