A nearly imperceptible glint flashed through the old man's eyes. He said nothing, merely flicking his long sleeve as black mist spread outward.
The mist enveloped him and Tang Ya. The air twisted for an instant, and the two of them vanished.
The Iron Blood Sect's courtyard fell silent. Only desiccated corpses littered the ground, along with a stench of blood so thick it could not dissipate.
The Blue Silver Grass growing from a crack between stones at the base of the wall had been splashed with Tie Li's final spray of black blood. Its stalks and leaves swayed gently in the wind, yet a faint five-colored glow shimmered deep within its veins.
It remained where it was.
Within the blood covering the ground, several strands of five elemental power, fine as hairs, flowed slowly, as though someone were secretly marking something.
The outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, noon.
The group had rested on the outskirts for over half a quarter-hour. Matters such as checking supplies had all been completed.
Lin Ciyan lay with one hand behind his head, gazing through gaps in the leaves at the deep blue sky overhead.
The woman in crimson-gold battle attire swung a leg over with effortless flair and sat down beside him, stirring a faintly warm breeze.
"What are you thinking about, Junior Lin?"
Wu Ming tilted her head toward him. The shadows of the trees and the youth's sharply defined profile reflected in her golden eyes.
"I'm thinking about what interesting things might be hidden in this forest." The corner of Lin Ciyan's lips lifted slightly.
Wu Ming laughed, her voice bright and clear. "I don't know about interesting things, but interesting people..."
She lightly touched her chin with one finger and cocked her head as she studied him.