Song Wen looked around, a flicker of hesitation passing through his eyes.
Yuan Rong's sudden appearance had completely caught him off guard.
For a moment, he could not decide—should he flee, or respond some other way?
At that moment, Yuan Rong's voice rang out again.
"Stop looking. I'm in a Cave thirty miles southwest of you."
Yuan Rong had clearly misunderstood Song Wen's uneasy glances, taking them for an attempt to locate him.
Upon hearing this, Song Wen immediately extended his divine sense southwest and indeed discovered Yuan Rong inside a Cave.
Yuan Rong was in very poor condition.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, a large portion of flesh missing from his chest and stark white bones exposed.
His broken ribs overlapped like canine teeth, and the beating organs beneath could faintly be seen.
Moreover, a purplish-black energy lingered within the wound, constantly gnawing away at Yuan Rong's body like a living creature.
Yuan Rong's face was also pale as paper, with dried blood still hanging from the corner of his lips. His injuries were clearly causing him considerable suffering.
The heavily wounded Yuan Rong was evidently fleeing for his life and had deliberately concealed his aura, which was why Song Wen had failed to notice him earlier. Yet for some unknown reason, Yuan Rong had not set up any concealment array within the Cave.
Song Wen immediately abandoned the thought of fleeing at once.
The distance between him and Yuan Rong was simply too short. Any unusual movement would invite Yuan Rong's thunderous strike, which would arrive in an instant—so quickly that Song Wen would have no time to react.
Besides, since Yuan Rong had not attacked immediately and had instead spoken twice, it was enough to show that he most likely did not yet know of Tian