Su Mo pursued the people of the Dark Sacred Palace all the way. The cold-faced Holy Son led the others of the Dark Sacred Palace in a swift retreat.
Half an hour later, the cold-faced Holy Son ordered everyone to scatter and flee, sending them all away while he escaped alone.
Thus, Su Mo caught up with the cold-faced Holy Son. The two traveled together toward the True Ink Secret Realm.
Within the darkness, the cold-faced Holy Son's speed was unbelievably fast.
As a member of the Night God Clan, darkness could not affect him. The wings on his back fluttered, and he moved as fast as teleportation.
Yet no matter how fast he was, Su Mo remained close on his heels.
The cold-faced Holy Son was secretly alarmed. Just who was this Soul Clan Pavilion Disciple? Why was he so extraordinary?
They traveled without speaking. Five or six hours later, they arrived within an enormous mountain range.
The mountain range stretched endlessly, vast beyond measure.
After flying through the mountain range for half an hour, the cold-faced Holy Son brought Su Mo to an exceedingly ordinary valley.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment the two arrived, five or six members of the Night God Clan darted out from the surrounding darkness and encircled them.
"Holy Son Ye Ming, why have you brought a Soul Clan member here?"
The expressions of the Night God Clan members were solemn. Though they questioned the cold-faced Holy Son, their eyes remained fixed firmly on Su Mo.
However, when they saw that Su Mo's cultivation was only at the minor accomplishment of Fortune Realm, they relaxed slightly.
"Everyone, this man is a Pavilion Disciple of the Soul Pavilion, but he wishes to meet the Saintess," the cold-faced Holy Son, Ye Ming, said gravely.
"This is