His mind had relaxed for the first time in ages, and he slept deeply and comfortably.
Only after two days and two nights did Liu Yu slowly awaken, well restored in every respect.
"Hm?!"
Liu Yu abruptly sat up. His first action was to take out the Formation Disk and check whether the Three-Origin Illusion-Destruction Formation had been disturbed.
Only after confirming that nothing was amiss did he relax.
"Looks like these teammates of mine are reasonably well behaved."
Liu Yu smiled faintly.
Although the five of them were currently sharing the same boat through troubled waters, they were clearly not of one heart.
Once they weathered the crisis, it was entirely possible that they would immediately turn on one another and fight.
He could not neglect the necessary precautions, or he might someday die without even understanding why.
Liu Yu brewed a pot of spirit tea and sat alone.
In the austere room, he reflected on recent events.
He carefully thought through everything, from the arrangements before their departure to the pursuit they might soon face from the Demon Race's Royal Court.
But he had little idea what methods the Demon Race would use to hunt them, whether it could pinpoint their whereabouts, or how long the pursuit would last.
Here in the Hengduan Mountain Range, control over events lay entirely with the Demon Race, not with him.
This feeling of having no control over events, of the initiative lying entirely outside my grasp, is as hateful as ever.
Liu Yu frowned, but his limited strength left him without any good solution for the moment.
In the Hengduan Mountain Range, a human cultivator could only lie low, no matter how high his cultivation was.
However high it was, could it surpass that of a fifth-tier demon cultivator?
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