A day passed.
Ten days passed.
A month passed.
Outside Mao Mountain, Wei Feng's expression slowly shifted from boundless anticipation, gradually twisting as an utterly terrifying light spilled from his eyes.
His hatred had found no release.
His fury had nearly burned both body and mind to charcoal.
Over those days and nights, that hatred had swelled without cease, gnawing away at his body and soul bit by bit.
Why?
Why hadn't he come out yet?
Where was he? Where had he gone?
He practically roared, his rage soaring to the heavens. "The trial has been underway for a month. Why haven't they made a move? Didn't you say there would be no problem with the tracking method, that it would definitely lock onto the target? The Demon Extermination Order has already been underway for a month!!!"
"Naturally, because the mark has not moved from beginning to end!"
Even the shadow trembled, fury accumulating deep within it as it said coldly, "Did you mark the wrong target? For the mark to take effect, it must make actual contact with the target, and for a certain length of time."
"Impossible!"
Wei Feng roared, "After a Shangqing Sect disciple formally takes a master, their master personally bestows a certain inheritance reward upon them. This has been the rule for thousands of years; there is no need to find someone to verify it.
"That storage pouch placed inside Supreme Purity Hall was undoubtedly prepared for him. It had restrictions on it, and those restrictions were of an exceptionally high grade—even the storage pouches of true disciples could not compare. The quality of the pouch itself already explained everything. It had even been carefully sealed away inside the Treasure Hall. I absolutely cannot be mistaken."
His immense hatred for Li Su had already drowned