No Escape

A moment later, the jade slip glowed faintly, and Gong Xuefeng's weak voice came through.

"Marked location to the northeast."

Quan Yangping dragged his injured body toward the designated direction.

He found Gong Xuefeng sitting cross-legged and healing his injuries in a cave behind a waterfall.

Gong Xuefeng's face was deathly pale. His right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and the front of his robes was soaked through with blood.

Hearing the movement, he suddenly opened his eyes. Only after seeing Quan Yangping did he relax slightly.

"Senior Brother Gong!"

Quan Yangping dropped to his knees.

"That Gu Sheng is hardly human! He was clearly on the verge of death. How could he—"

"Shut up!"

Gong Xuefeng shouted sharply, aggravating his injuries and coughing up another mouthful of blood.

"I was careless. I never expected him to have such a trump card."

Quan Yangping's eyes brimmed with hatred.

"We must avenge this!"

Gong Xuefeng sneered and took a black token from his robes.

"Of course we will. But not now."

He stroked the strange patterns on the token.

"I've already thought of a way to deal with him."

"What way?" Quan Yangping asked eagerly.

But Gong Xuefeng did not answer. He simply closed his eyes and continued healing.

"Restore your Spiritual Power first. You'll know when the time comes."

Though Quan Yangping was full of questions, he did not dare say more. He could only obediently sit down and regulate his breathing.

Three days later, above Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge.

A man in black stood in the air, with five imposing cultivators following behind him.

All of them were at the peak of the Earth Palace Realm, yet they behaved with extreme respect toward the man in black.

"Senior Brother Mo, Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge is just ahead."