Following the Clues to Find Qin Yun

The setting sun sank behind Seven Treasure Mountain.

Ning Fengzhi had stood before the main hall on the central peak for a long time.

Two pavilions had collapsed, a huge crater scarred the square, and wreckage lay everywhere.

The medical hall was packed with injured disciples. Healers hurried in and out.

The smell of medicine mingled with blood and drifted far beyond the hall.

In the innermost room, Gu Rong had yet to wake.

His pulse was faint, but it still beat.

Ning Rongrong lay asleep beside his bed, her hand still clutching the corner of his blanket.

"Qian Daoliu is still hard to deal with!" Ning Fengzhi sighed.

Level ninety-nine. A Peerless Douluo.

Even wounded, he was beyond their power to resist.

The thought of that sword strike and palm blow during the day still sent a chill down Ning Fengzhi's spine.

Without Qian Renxue as their trump card, Seven Treasure Mountain would have been destroyed.

Ning Fengzhi then summoned a Soul Douluo.

Yun Ming entered the hall, cupped his fists, and waited for instructions.

"Yun Ming, take word of what happened here to Gengjin City!"

"Tell Qin Yun to be careful!"

"Tell him everything about Uncle Bone and Xiao Wu. Leave nothing out."

"And tell him that no matter what he hears, he must keep himself safe first. He mustn't act rashly."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Yun Ming was a level eighty-six elder of the sect.

Once he received his orders, he set out at once.

Dusk closed in. His figure vanished down the mountain path and was soon out of sight.

What he did not know was this:

Above the clouds, a pair of golden eyes watched him.

Qian Daoliu had not gone far at all.

Two hundred li north of Seven Treasure Mountain, he sat cross-legged above