More than ten days had passed since Su Jiu and Qiao Zirong had left. Most of Mo Qi's wounds had healed, and she could even just barely support herself enough to stand, yet there was still no sign of them.
The dark, damp, pitch-black cave entrance seemed to mock her in silence.
Mo Qi hurriedly shook her head hard, trying to fling those inexplicable thoughts out of her mind.
But once she had shaken them off, a deep loneliness came in their wake. She sat at the cave entrance with her knees hugged to her chest, unable to stop her thoughts from wandering. Perhaps something had delayed them.
Just then, a black-clad figure wearing a cloak suddenly stumbled into view before her. There were slashes in his cloak, and despite his black clothing, the smell of freshly spilled blood on him was unmistakable. Clearly, he had just been through a fierce fight.
This man was none other than the Second Group Leader, who had tried to seize the Fortune-Transferring Pearl inside Zheng Qilong as soon as he left the Sealed Space. He had emerged a step ahead of Zheng Qilong and lain in wait at the entrance to the Goddess Temple, with no intention of provoking the other cultivators.
But there was always some fool who thought too highly of himself, overflowing with righteous zeal, who came looking for trouble. He had merely fought back and killed that fool, only for everyone around him to immediately gang up on him. Then again, that was only to be expected. Who told him to be a demonic cultivator?
Even though he had personally led them through a Maze Illusion Array, he had received not a shred of gratitude. Some had even repaid his kindness with betrayal. No wonder the demonic cultivators of