Jiang Zhizhou led Bu Er, Yang Qing, and the others forward, and within a few steps, they saw the patch of muddy ground he had mentioned.
Just as he had said, its edges were sharply defined.
It was as though an invisible boundary lay there.
One step landed on perfectly dry ground; the next sank into mud that clung thickly to their feet.
Yang Qing slowly crouched and dug out a handful of earth so wet it was almost dripping.
"Young master, have you found something?"
Seeing Yang Qing turn the clump of earth over and over before his eyes, Bu Er could not help asking quietly.
"Bu Er, the water in this mud isn't ordinary water."
Yang Qing tossed the clump back onto the ground. "It came from the Blood Pool."
Water from the Blood Pool?
Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er felt a chill in their hearts, and even Pei Buji's face showed a trace of surprise.
Hadn't Hardway already destroyed the Blood Pool?
Why would its water appear on this side of the forest?
Could Hardway have been here earlier?
And had he happened to run into Ouyang Lin?
"Hardway seized the energy in the Blood Pool. His abilities are beyond measure now. If Ouyang really encountered him, then I'm afraid..."
Jiang Zhizhou's heart grew heavy.
Ouyang Lin's Lightness Skill was exceptional, but his other internal arts were somewhat weak.
If he really had faced Hardway, this would be a thorny problem indeed.
"Spread out and search. See whether there are any other clues."
Yang Qing stared at the muddy patch, but his thoughts were on something else.
When the Blood Sacrifice Altar was destroyed, only a Blood Pool had emerged beneath it.
For a blood sacrifice tradition passed down for a thousand years, that seemed far too