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"": "At this thought, Bai Wei's expression froze again.
Was that right?
Luo Xianshen looked even younger than Luo Bin.
Yet he was stronger than the Taoist who presided over Divine Firmament Mountain?
"There's no danger ahead. You lead the way. You can find them, can't you?"
"They should have met up with my disciple by now?"
Mao Yousan turned back and glanced at Bai Wei.
Luo Xianshen's Path-Clearing Curse was simply too powerful. Even now, a faint glow of fire lingered ahead, tinting Mao Yousan's face slightly red.
"Third Master Hu has never made a mistake. I've already sensed their direction. They are my life-bound Immortal Creatures, and their auras are steady. It seems Luo Bin is safe and sound," Bai Wei answered respectfully.
"Excellent!" Mao Yousan's eyes brightened slightly, and a surge of excitement stirred within him!
Three Perils Mountain, the cliff terrace, Three Miao Cave.
Rain and mist filled the air, yet the sun still shone.
A rainbow arched across the sky.
The Old Miao King still sat quietly where he had been before.
The white around his eyes had become more pronounced.
His clothes appeared bright and colorful, yet white fabric accounted for most of them. A closer look revealed a distinctive floral pattern.
Three Perils Mountain, Thousand Miao Village, Witch Doctor Peak, the Spirit-Transfer Cave-even after the Three Miao had split into factions, that pattern remained an essential part of their clothing. Only its size and placement differed according to each person's strength.
This was the White Miao Mark.
No one deliberately paid attention to it, because none of them had ever volunteered that the Miao of Three Perils Mountain were White Miao.
"Three Miao..."
The Old Miao King murmured.
"Luo Bin..."
"It's time to come home..."
He had sensed the