After winding through several crooked paths, Su Tian and his companions followed the old man deeper behind the Mo Clan's main hall.
As they ventured farther in, the clamor of voices in the distance gradually faded.
Eventually, apart from their own footsteps, they could no longer hear the slightest sound around them.
Su Tian frowned slightly, his wary gaze sweeping over the surrounding buildings. Dou Qi surged constantly within him, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Despite Hai Bodong and Qing Mu's protection, Su Tian was cautious by nature. He remained on high alert at all times, avoiding unnecessary losses and trouble caused by carelessness.
A carefully steered ship could sail for ten thousand years. Su Tian understood that principle well.
Behind Su Tian, Hai Bodong followed slowly, his arms folded and his expression as calm as ever.
After all, with Hai Bodong's strength, a mere Mo Clan could not hinder him in the slightest, even if its defenses were built like walls of bronze and iron.
Finding anyone in this vast Mo Clan estate who could rival Hai Bodong was even more impossible.
Qing Mu, meanwhile, was much like Su Tian, his eagle-sharp gaze sweeping their surroundings from time to time. His soul power controlled the Mo Clan old man's sea of consciousness, directing him to lead them toward the hidden chamber where Qing Lin was imprisoned.
At the same time, his soul power prevented the old man from escaping their control and warning the other members of the Mo Clan.
"How much longer until we get there?"
After following the Mo Clan old man for so long, Su Tian could not help frowning. He gave an impatient snort and looked at him, an icy glint flashing in his eyes.
At Su Tian's cold snort, the Mo