Five days later.
After accompanying Bibi Dong for five days, Murong Huai left Death Valley. Just as he emerged from the Necrotic Poison Flood Dragon's cave, a black shadow appeared before him. It was Gui Mei, staring at Murong Huai with blood-red eyes.
"Holy Son, are you all right? Where have you been these past few days? Your subordinate was worried sick. If you hadn't warned me beforehand, I would have gone back to Spirit Hall to report it."
Seeing Gui Mei, Murong Huai could not help feeling a little embarrassed. It seemed he had forgotten about Gui Mei...
"Uh, well, there's no need to worry. Aren't I fine?"
Gui Mei also breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked around and asked in confusion, "Eh, Holy Son, where's little Dong'er?"
"She's fine. There's an opportunity for her here, so she stayed behind to cultivate. No need to worry," Murong Huai explained simply.
"That's good. By the way, Holy Son, did you find..."
Murong Huai knew what Gui Mei was asking about, so he told him about what had happened inside the cave. After all, Gui Mei was his trusted subordinate, and there was no need to worry about him leaking anything.
"There was actually an inheritance left behind by a god hidden within the Necrotic Poison Flood Dragon's cave..."
Murong Huai spoke as he walked with Gui Mei. They passed a massive flood dragon lying on the ground, covered in wounds and utterly despondent. Upon seeing the two leave, it scrambled and crawled back into the cave.
"That black mist you saw back then was actually the spirit of the Death God's divine artifact. However, because the artifact was shattered, it could neither maintain a physical form nor remain in the outside world for long. That was why it