Fan Kang's divine sense spread out like a tide, sweeping across the mountains and rivers within five thousand miles in an instant.
Yet heaven and earth were vast—there was not the slightest trace of Gou Jun.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, his gaze as deep as an icy pool.
"Good. Very good."
Fan Kang spoke softly, yet it was as though harsh winter had descended upon the surroundings, his aura terrifyingly cold.
"Fellow Daoist Fan, do you require Fellow Daoist Wan Qin and me to lead people in helping you track down Gou Jun?" Zhao Ce's voice rang out.
As for the Wan Qin he mentioned, she was from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.
The three of them had been ordered by their respective sects to stand guard here. The sealing array at the entrance to the Turbid Spirit Realm had been set up jointly by the three of them.
Wan Qin apparently had no desire to involve herself in the dirty business between the two men.
"Fellow Daoists, I have a few minor matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave first."
Having said that, her figure dropped, descending into a hall within one of the mountains below.
Fan Kang no longer paid Zhao Ce any heed and descended into a hall atop another mountain.
Having let "Gou Jun" escape right under everyone's noses was humiliating enough. He had no desire to make a great show of pursuing and killing "Gou Jun" again. If he still failed to track him down, he would truly lose all face.
There was no need to rush to capture "Gou Jun." Once Bai Wei emerged from the Turbid Spirit Realm, he would surely be able to pry some information out of her.
Several tens of thousands of miles