"Wouldn't that be extremely dangerous? You're facing Foundation Establishment middle-stage cultivators, after all. Their Divine Sense is far beyond that of early-stage cultivators."
Lin Changheng looked puzzled. Wasn't this like an old god of longevity hanging himself because he had lived too long?
Once they were discovered and surrounded by those two mid-stage Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators, wouldn't death be certain?
Mo Zhaoli chuckled. "Don't worry about me, Brother Lin. We have a special spirit artifact bestowed by the sect that can conceal us from detection.
"The danger isn't great."
"Besides, the uninjured go first. Those of us who are wounded have to recover before taking our turn."
Lin Changheng nodded, but still said, "Be as careful as you can."
After seeing Mo Zhaoli off, Lin Changheng's expression shifted several times, as though he were weighing something.
A moment later, his gaze sharpened. He had made his decision.
Half a month later.
A figure flew out of the Purple Pole Sect's residence in Floating Life Immortal City, riding a Spell Boat toward the city outskirts.
Five breaths later, a tall, thin cultivator with a sallow complexion left some Spirit Stones to pay his bill at a nearby Spirit Wine Tower and walked out.
He flashed into the corner of a deserted alley, then shot into the sky with a whoosh, riding Escape Light toward the outskirts as well.
After leaving the city, the two headed in different directions, but gradually drew closer in a distant, sparsely traveled area.
Eventually, one was following behind the other.
To be safe, the follower descended straight into the forest below and raced along using nothing but his physical strength.
He stirred up no fluctuations of magical power.
At the same time, he activated the [Breath-Concealing Otherworldly Art · Path-Peeking] granted by the [Jade-Horned Snake