The crimson blaze burned for an entire night, leaving almost nothing of the once-lush woods.
When a group dressed in blue-green arrived, they found devastation everywhere. The sea breeze scattered black ashes in every direction. About fifteen of them searched the surroundings but found nothing.
"Strange. Senior Brother Qingyan's signal flare should have come from this direction. I've searched dozens of miles around here, but there's no sign of them."
"They..." The senior brother leading them picked up a scrap of blue-green cloth from the ground. The rest of the fabric had been charred, but held against their clothes, it was clearly the material commonly used by the Azure Mist Sect. "Perhaps they're all dead."
"Senior Brother Meng Yang, are you saying Senior Brother Qingyan is dead?"
"No. I'm saying they're all dead."
"Seventh Sister, I think we're lost again."
"Mm."
Qian Wanyu answered distractedly and marked a large tree for the third time. Seeing this, Dongfang Minghui simply pulled her over to an open spot. They sat down to rest for a while, and she let out a relieved breath, smiling. "No one will ever recognize us again."
Qing Mo gave a cold laugh in her soul sea at that very moment. "Surely you haven't forgotten the two fish that slipped through the net? The Azure Mist Sect's Great Soul Search Art will certainly dig something out of those fragmented memories. They'll still find out about you."
With or without Mu Qing, their feud with the Azure Mist Sect was already sealed.
Qian Wanyu's eyelids lifted slightly. After dealing with those people yesterday, she had deliberately gone down the cliff to search for the escapees who had fallen. Apart from a trace of blood beside a rock, however, she had found nothing.
"You should be happy. This gives