"By the way, we were just about to return to our sect. Why don't you come along, Fellow Daoist Shen?" Yan Wushi said.
"Of course. And congratulations on your great advance in cultivation, Brother Yan, and on reaching the true immortal realm." Shen Luo naturally had no objections. After looking Yan Wushi over, he smiled.
Energy surged around Yan Wushi; he had already broken through to the True Immortal Stage. In particular, a faint crystalline light shone between his brows, suggesting that his divine soul's power had also advanced by leaps and bounds.
"Compared to your strength, Brother Shen, this little progress of mine is hardly worth mentioning." At the mention of his cultivation, Yan Wushi's spirits suddenly sank. He spoke with a bitter smile, his whole being radiating desolation.
Recently, Shen Luo had been diligently studying the Body Refining Secret Canon, the Thoughts Swift as Lightning Art, the Buzhou Suppression Divine Art, and several other secret divine soul techniques. His perception had grown increasingly keen.
"Brother Yan, have you been well lately?" Shen Luo looked at Yan Wushi and asked with concern.
The desolation Yan Wushi displayed was unusually bleak, almost as though his heart had turned to dead ashes. Something momentous must have happened to him.
"I'm fine. What could possibly be wrong? Let's get going." Yan Wushi shook his head and set off ahead of them.
Seeing this, Shen Luo could hardly press him further, so he flew onward with Yan Wushi and the others.
"Were you all carrying out a mission?" Shen Luo asked the group.
"Yes. What else but searching for the things Ghost Yan left behind? If you ask me, we've searched for so many days without finding a single lead. Why waste any more time?" Lin Han complained.
Yan Wushi's expression darkened, and