Teleporting alone was much more convenient than leading his junior brothers and sisters back.
Shen Le did not need to take out the Brush Pot or release the bridal Mud Figurine swarm. He simply sat down on the ground and activated the teleportation Talisman. His figure began to blur. Once, twice, three times—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Teleport, teleport, teleport again. Practice made perfect. On the fifth teleportation, his body suddenly felt light, and the world before his eyes had already changed:
"Finally, I'm back. Let me see what's wrong with this residence and how to break it."
Shen Le looked around. It was still the ancient residence that had seized his junior brothers and sisters—quiet and utterly deserted. The sky was blanketed by heavy leaden clouds that seemed to press down almost onto the rooftops, making it hard to breathe after only one glance.
The last time he had come, Shen Le had been in too much of a hurry to take everyone away to explore the place properly. Now, as he observed it carefully, he immediately noticed something strange:
There was a discrepancy between where he had entered and where he had landed. Outside, he had initiated the teleportation from the women's shrine in the third courtyard, beneath the beam where many people had supposedly hanged themselves.
Yet he was now standing in the courtyard of the shrine in the second section, beside the ancient well.
For the moment, Shen Le could not tell whether the discrepancy had occurred during teleportation or whether the ancient well itself had become a reference point. He might need to teleport several more times to find out.
Before teleporting out, however, Shen Le intended to explore the entire ancient residence. He focused his mind and activated the Talisman again:
"Wind, come!"
"Carry me