Wen Rongxue truly could not understand why Mo Chen kept confirming something so obvious.
They had clearly experienced the disturbance together, yet he still insisted on asking inexplicable questions.
However, Mo Chen was intent on escaping this place and paid no attention to what Wen Rongxue was muttering to herself.
During their brief stop, Mo Chen had also reunited with Candle Shadow, who had caught up from behind.
After instructing Candle Shadow to "treat" Wu Zhengxin well, he put Candle Shadow back into his Storage Bag and continued through the dense woods outside Cotton-Scent Pool.
The scenery in the woods was exceedingly monotonous: one gnarled tree after another, with a thick carpet of fallen leaves covering the ground. Who knew how many years they had accumulated there?
Mo Chen and Wen Rongxue fled south with Zhen Yulu.
Naturally, neither of them knew that a sudden turn of events was quietly unfolding at Apricot Blossom Shoal, eighty li away.
In the middle stretch of Apricot Blossom Shoal, two cultivators were busy washing refreshing spirit stones out of the stream.
Their clothes bore finely embroidered patterns and were identical in cut, suggesting they were disciples of one of the Immortal Alliance's member organizations.
One of them held a refreshing spirit stone in each hand and said, his face brimming with delight:
"Look! Cultivators in previous years fought until their heads cracked over these refreshing spirit stones, but now there isn't a single other person at Apricot Blossom Shoal. We've struck it rich!"
"Let's pick up a few more. Then we can trade them with other fellow cultivators for spirit medicines and Spirit Artifacts. We'll make an absolute killing."
The other cultivator, however, looked anxious and repeatedly waved for him to leave at once.
"Enough! Stop picking them up! Do you still