His divine sense observed everything with perfect clarity, yet neither Liu Yu's expression nor his heart stirred in the slightest. Without realizing it, he had long since grown accustomed to this cruel world of cultivation.
Liu Yu had fought many battles, great and small. Dozens, perhaps hundreds, had died directly at his hands. The battle at Little Brow Mountain had also reduced tens of thousands of mortals to miners. Judging by how much time had passed, most of them should have died by now, their deaths indirectly caused by him.
After everything he had experienced along the way, his heart had long since grown as hard as black ice sealed away for ten thousand years, cold and merciless!
The Cultivation World was brutally cruel. The slightest carelessness could spell destruction!
In a flash, the stairway at the entrance to the Spirit Herb Garden was right before him. Liu Yu already had a plan in mind, and without another thought, he rode the Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing Blades straight inside.
Half a breath later, the white-bearded elder arrived as well. Yet he withdrew his escape light rather than entering immediately. A trace of hesitation flickered in his eyes as he studied the stairs, worried that an ambush might already be waiting inside.
The older one grew, the more one cherished one's life. Experience was a good thing, but it had also robbed him of some of the resolve to press fearlessly ahead.
During that single breath of hesitation, two more Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators from the Hehuan Sect's camp arrived. They were precisely the two whom Qi Shaoan had assigned to guard the Spirit Herb Garden's entrance.
Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, the white-bearded elder finally made up his mind. Resolve flashed in his eyes as he guided the Iron Chain down the