After putting away the golden umbrella, Mo Chen and his companion each sat down to meditate.
After fleeing and fighting all along the way, Mo Chen had less than a tenth of his dharma power left. His priority was to replenish it quickly with spirit stones and [Spring Water].
While meditating, Mo Chen thought again of how Wen Rongxue had struggled alone in the market. She must have endured her share of misery to reach her present standing. He could only sigh inwardly for her.
Getting along with Wen Rongxue did not mean everyone else was sincere.
You could paint a tiger's skin, but not its bones; you could know a person's face, but not their heart.
This female cultivator knew how to repay kindness, which already put her above ninety percent of people.
Before long, halfway through his cultivation cycle, Mo Chen suddenly felt a stir in his heart.
Hm?
Why was some hidden force tugging at his divine sense?
What was it?
Mo Chen instinctively projected his divine sense along that pull, only to discover that its source lay far beyond his range.
Then where had this pulling force come from?
Before Mo Chen could puzzle it out, Wen Rongxue abruptly opened her eyes and sprang up from the treetop.
"Someone's coming from the north. Their aura is strange, their cultivation keeps rising and falling, and they're flying faster and faster. They've probably noticed us already."
Seeing this, Mo Chen immediately formed a hand seal and summoned a gust of wind to lift him, following Wen Rongxue's evasion technique.
But in the blink of an eye, Wen Rongxue had already flung a Round Orb from her sleeve. It flew toward a man and a snake at astonishing speed, releasing a cloud of mist that enveloped the surroundings.
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