Divine Footwork could only use Space Movement twice, but even after that, it still gave him movement speed close to an Advanced Level Wind Element mage.
Zhou Sining was fast. With Mu Nujiao in his arms guiding him, he had no fear of losing his way and headed straight for Manying Mountain.
To be honest, Zhou Sining did not care whether those monks lived or died.
In the original story, if they had not slandered Miyata and Narahara Sora, there would never have been an Artifact Spirit. How else could the coming Vengeful Ghost Claiming Lives have happened?
But Narahara Sora had gone after Zhao Manyan, and Zhou Sining could not accept that.
He and Zhao Manyan were not especially close, but the man considered him a brother. He was also the original story's turtle-shell second male lead. Zhou Sining could not let anything happen to him.
Zhou Sining had already made up his mind. As long as Narahara Sora returned Zhao Manyan's soul, he would let bygones be bygones!
There were almost no plants on Manying Mountain. At its foot lay an old neighborhood slated for demolition, where construction crews had filled the air with dust. Up on the mountain, there were only broken rocks. Even weeds were scarce.
In front of a wooden building near the summit, dozens of monks sat in a circle, chanting under their breath.
Some kind of white pigment had been used to draw an array across the broad clearing. At its center, flames burned in an iron basin.
"We're early. They're still fine."
"You make it sound like you want something to happen to them."
"Hey, I just don't like them. I get the feeling they drove Miyata and Narahara Sora to their deaths." Zhou Sining rubbed the tip of his nose,