Some time later, darkness had fallen. Yi Shuyuan, who had already retrieved his Ritual Ruler, was passing through the sky when a casual glance at the land below made him gradually slow down.
"Sir, what is it?"
Hui Mian asked, but Yi Shuyuan did not answer immediately. Instead, he stood in the sky, looking toward a distant mound in front of a forest.
"We'll know once we go down and take a look."
The next moment, Yi Shuyuan rode the wind down. A gentle breeze swept over the ground, scattering dead grass and fallen leaves and stirring the clothes of the two women lying there.
Yi Shuyuan landed and walked toward them, step by step. First, he examined the hole in the boulder beneath the mound, then lowered his gaze to the two women.
Hui Mian also examined the hole. Standing on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, Hui Mian looked at the two women in mild surprise.
"They're actually two Demon Cultivators who've taken human form. Both seem badly injured? Wait! They ate the Immortal Elixir!"
Hui Mian suddenly realized what had happened and leaped off Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, landing beside the women on a wisp of breeze. Hui Mian could smell faint traces of the pill's fragrance and see burns on their bodies, with blood still lingering at the corners of both their mouths.
Yi Shuyuan shook his head.
"They did try to eat it, but they weren't capable of swallowing it. They spat it back out."
As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan reached down and picked up a sword. Its sheath and hilt were a pale blue-gray, and it possessed a spiritual aura of its own. Clearly, it had some history.
Yi Shuyuan gripped the hilt. The restrictions on the sword naturally posed no obstacle to him, though he did not