At the edge of the prison cells, the woman who had spoken earlier opened her eyes as well. She gazed at Su Shi'er from afar, her eyes filled with astonishment and surprise.
"This humble woman is Mu Yingluo. Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for saving me! I truly never expected that you... actually knew formations?"
"Mastery would be an overstatement. I have merely studied them a little."
Su Shi'er spoke calmly.
At that moment, voices of gratitude surged from the prison cells all around like roaring waves, unceasingly filling the air.
Yet his expression remained indifferent, as though he had heard nothing.
Mu Yingluo studied Su Shi'er, blinking as she continued, "Fellow Daoist is truly modest. May I ask your honored name? Mu Yingluo will certainly find a way to repay you someday."
Su Shi'er waved his hand. "There is no need for repayment. If not for Miss speaking up to help, I might not have noticed the mystery of this water pool."
"I still need to find some people. The prison cells have been broken, so Miss may do as she pleases."
As he lightly answered the woman's question, Su Shi'er no longer paid attention to the female cultivators.
His attention settled once more on the mountain of corpses below.
He had not forgotten that finding Qin Chuan and the others was the true purpose of this journey.
"The three of them were thrown down there not too long ago, but not exactly recently either."
"And beneath these corpses, there is clearly another evil formation absorbing the life force and flesh of every living being that falls into it."
"Even if Fellow Daoist finds them, I fear... you will find only their corpses, or perhaps even just their remains. What meaning would that have?"
Mu Yingluo wiped the blood from