When a figure entered the range of his Divine Sense, Mo Chen's heart tightened.
In a battle of spells, seizing every possible advantage was paramount.
Mo Chen had already readied his Talismans and spells. If this person harbored ill intent, he would strike first and catch him utterly off guard.
Surely it was my turn to ambush someone else!
But on second thought, something seemed wrong.
Who would follow someone so openly?
The person had not even used the Form-Concealing Art. The wind of his flight roared in their ears as he swaggered along, as though afraid others would not know he was coming.
Both this person and his behavior were suspicious.
"Wait a moment."
Mo Chen hurriedly held Gu Dongfeng back, afraid he might attack first and alert the person flying above the forest.
A white-clad figure rested briefly atop a tree, then continued flying on with several Spirit Stones clutched in his hand.
Mo Chen and Gu Dongfeng exchanged a glance, suspicion rising in both of them.
Traveling through the Half-Limit Secret Realm without regard for day or night, unafraid of being discovered by other cultivators.
What could he be after?
Once the person had left and all was quiet outside, Mo Chen and Gu Dongfeng went to the cave entrance.
The figure had skimmed over the treetops earlier, pausing there briefly to circulate his cultivation and recover. A few frost-coated leaves had fallen to the ground.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, look at these fallen leaves!"
Gu Dongfeng picked up a leaf as he spoke.
"This frosty aura..."
"Bai Weishuang cultivates an ice cultivation method. There's nothing strange about it."
Mo Chen was not particularly surprised, but he was quite curious about where Bai Weishuang was headed.
"But he's in such a hurry that he doesn't even mind exposing