The old man's figure suddenly vanished, giving him a fright and putting him on guard at once.
After scanning his surroundings for several breaths, Xu Yan finally let out a sigh of relief.
He had finally figured out why the richly dressed old man had suddenly disappeared.
There was a cliff a hundred zhang ahead, concealed between two mountain peaks. Without careful observation, it would have been impossible to spot.
Having discovered this, Xu Yan no longer hurried. He cautiously waited where he was for several breaths before silently making his way toward the cliff.
A short while later, he reached the cliff's edge. After looking down toward the bottom, he took the mask out of his Storage Bag and put it back on.
With the mask in place, Xu Yan found somewhere concealed. Wu Hua had now stopped at the bottom of the cliff, and his furtive behavior had piqued Xu Yan's curiosity.
At the bottom of the cliff, Wu Hua stood before two Thunderstruck Woods. Each was roughly a zhang across, and they pressed against one another.
Lightning had blasted through the bases of the two Thunderstruck Woods, creating a space large enough to hold several people.
Upon reaching the bottom, Wu Hua wore a rather grave expression. He released his divine sense and swept the entire area. Only after detecting nothing unusual did he slowly breathe out.
"Fortunately, this formation blocked the aura of the ripening spirit fruit from spreading. Otherwise, picking it today would have been difficult."
After muttering to himself, a flicker of reminiscence passed through Wu Hua's eyes. He then took a wine gourd from his Storage Bag and walked over to the cliff wall.
Wu Hua pulled the stopper from the gourd and took a large gulp, then turned its mouth downward and