In the Magical Beast Mountain Range, Xiao Yan was about to gouge out a fourth-order magical beast's anus when the commotion caused by Nalan Yanran and the Amethyst Winged Lion King caught his attention.
He immediately abandoned the magical beast he had targeted and hurried over.
"Little Yanzi, hurry! There's something good over there!"
As Xiao Yan rushed along, Yao Lao's excited voice came from the Bone Ring.
Hearing this, Xiao Yan doubled his speed and summoned his Purple Cloud Wings. His entire body became a streak as he raced toward the spot where Nalan Yanran and the Amethyst Winged Lion King had fallen.
A short tea's worth of time later, Xiao Yan arrived at the place where Nalan Yanran had landed.
His brows furrowed as he surveyed the empty surroundings.
"Teacher, are you sure someone's here?" Seeing no sign of anyone, Xiao Yan raised a finger to stroke the ancient ring on his right hand and asked Yao Chen, who resided in the Bone Ring, in confusion.
"There's no mistake. This is where my spiritual perception detected her." A wisp of white mist flowed from the Bone Ring, and Yao Chen appeared above it. Looking around the deserted area and at the blood beside the Stream, he rubbed his chin and sank into thought.
He certainly hadn't sensed the wrong location.
With a flicker, Yao Chen appeared beside the Stream.
He bent slightly and gently swept his insubstantial hand over the pool of blood left beside the Stream. As expected, his fingers passed straight through it.
Unable to touch it with his fingers, Yao Chen could only sniff it lightly, looking rather sleazy as he did so.
After drawing a breath into his chest, Yao Chen confirmed that this blood belonged to the person whose presence he had sensed