Along the way, Old Gong spoke at length, and Qin Tianqing had plenty to say as well.
Although the bloodshot streaks in Luo Xianshen's eyes had not faded, his emotions did not interfere with the conversation. Together, they went over everything that had happened since they climbed the mountain.
Luo Xianshen said little about Qin Weizi.
Qin Tianqing did not press him.
The group traveled at full speed.
There was one other detail.
Luo Xianshen had originally intended to go ahead alone, but Qin Tianqing explained how Miao Zi had left, and that the Three-Corpse Worm Mist had never reappeared. That already indicated the outcome. There was no need to rush ahead.
Old Gong gave them a definite answer: through his senses, he saw Luo Bin descending the mountain.
Then he spread his ghost aura.
It took only a moment for the ghost aura to envelop the mountain.
Luo Bin and Wei Youming had not been out of the summit area for long.
Old Gong's grayish-purple ghost aura swept over them.
Both stopped almost simultaneously.
For that instant, Luo Bin felt as though he resonated with the ghost aura.
This was the benefit of Old Gong having eaten a fragment of his soul.
For that brief moment, Luo Bin shared his perception.
Through Old Gong's eyes, he saw the group hurrying along.
"They're coming." Most of the weight lifted from Luo Bin's heart.
The rest remained because he saw Si Yan's injuries, and none of the Divine Firmament Mountain Real Person Elders were there.
"He ate another Plague Ghost. He simply didn't want someone else arranging his life. He isn't beyond saving. The Eight-Fail Widow is the remedy."
Wei Youming delivered those words in four halting segments.
Luo Bin understood and nodded. "A yin spirit fate, a Good