When Su Jiu and the old woman returned, they found Yun Huanling's face deathly pale, without a trace of color.
Before long, he opened his eyes with an unfathomable expression. "My Compass tells me that the demonic cultivator's soul body has already left Millet Village and headed west."
"Only, it seems to have abandoned Xu Hui's body and harmed another cultivator."
Su Jiu asked, "A rogue cultivator or a sect disciple?"
If it was a sect disciple, the demonic cultivator's soul body would be exposed immediately upon returning to the sect. What she feared was a rogue cultivator.
Rogue cultivators were different from proper sect cultivators. They always followed the principle of leaving alone anything that did not concern them. Most traveled and trained alone, with no one to rely on if anything happened, and gradually developed cold, indifferent dispositions.
After all, in their eyes, meddling in other people's affairs was tantamount to courting death.
If that soul body had possessed a rogue cultivator's body, things would become troublesome. Worse still, this was a constantly moving target, while Yun Huanling could only perform divination once every seven days. It was no different from fishing for a needle in the ocean.
"Are we heading west?"
Su Jiu hesitated, then nodded. "I originally wanted to take you back first, but I'm afraid I'll need to ask for your help again."
The corners of Yun Huanling's mouth lifted, without the slightest displeasure. "Since you know you'll need my help, be nicer to me from now on."
Su Jiu narrowed her eyes at him and stared until Yun Huanling's hair stood on end before saying, "You've certainly grown bold."
Yun Huanling gave an awkward laugh. "N-no, not at all."
Su Jiu was not entirely unaware of what had happened afterward. Although the shock had