"Wait..." Li Yichen suddenly remembered something. "I didn't get on! I haven't gotten on yet..."
Meanwhile, an air of unease had settled over the Kunlun Secret Realm lately.
Several disciples had vanished without explanation, leaving neither a living soul nor a corpse to be found.
Zhu Shanhe looked up at the stars filling the sky, a lingering unease in his heart.
He turned to the patrol disciples behind him and instructed them, "Junior Brother Wang, take the east. Junior Brother Li, take the south. Junior Brother Sun, take the north gate. I'll handle the west... Remember, stay safe. If anything unusual happens, send for help immediately."
"Yes, Senior Brother Zhu..." the three answered together, then rode their flying swords off in three directions.
Please, don't let anything happen. Zhu Shanhe could not help frowning.
Then he rode his flying sword toward the west.
Dense forests and cliffs covered the western region. Its terrain was extremely complex, making it the most dangerous area in the entire secret realm.
Zhu Shanhe landed steadily in the western forest. The sword's light faded as it slid into the sheath on his back.
At that moment, wisps of mist rose from the forest floor, making the woods seem even eerier.
He frowned, suppressed his unease, and slowly walked forward, dead branches crackling softly beneath his feet.
Just then, a mountain breeze swept past, carrying a faint scent of blood into his face. The unease in his heart instantly intensified a thousandfold.
Zhu Shanhe immediately held his breath and softened his footsteps, slowly reaching out to part the wild grass that stood over waist-high.
Through a gap in the grass, he caught sight of someone with their back to him, dressed in pale, moon-white Kunlun Daoist robes.
The figure knelt on the ground, head bowed deeply