The maple tree that suddenly appeared was enormous. Its thick branches were covered in countless layers of dense, scarlet maple leaves, piled together like banks of fiery sunset clouds, turning even the sky a blazing red.
Yet this fiery scene brought Ye Jingcheng no sense of heat. Instead, he felt a clear, refreshing sensation spread through his entire body.
Ye Jingcheng looked to either side again, only to find that Prefecture Lord Wang, Prefecture Lord Xiao, and the others had vanished.
Even Dark Crow and Rakshasa were nowhere to be seen.
He stood alone beneath the maple tree.
"Senior Zhang?" After a moment's thought, Ye Jingcheng called out tentatively.
Even when Ye Jingcheng could not see through an ordinary array, he could still discern a few clues.
But the array before him was not only incredibly intricate; he could not find the slightest flaw in it.
He pondered for a long time, but Zhang Zhiqiu was the only name he could come up with.
Of course, he would much rather it not be Zhang Zhiqiu.
After all, Zhang Zhiqiu was a rogue Nascent Soul cultivator and certainly possessed considerable abilities.
But before they arrived, only Zhang Zhiqiu had pursued Rakshasa. To Ye Jingcheng, it would be perfectly natural for him to have followed them here in secret.
Moreover, Ye Jingcheng had found it very strange that Rakshasa had volunteered that information. Cultivators usually endured in silence and kept cards up their sleeves, yet he had told Prefecture Lord Xiao and Prefecture Lord Wang.
He had probably wanted them to check whether Zhang Zhiqiu had planted any tracking measures on him.
Of course, all of this was merely Ye Jingcheng's speculation.
He called out "Senior Zhang" once more, but still received no response.
Ye Jingcheng flew off into the distance. Yet