Only after a long while did Wang Yu withdraw his gaze from the sky, his mind weighed down with worries. He had formed a vague suspicion about Saitan up above.
For now, however, he walked around the stone hut and discovered a long passage descending through the mountain wall behind it, seemingly leading into the mountain's interior.
After some consideration, Wang Yu did not hurry into the passage. Instead, he returned to the stone hut and searched it carefully once more.
On the wooden rack, he found another set of pale red uniform robes that had been taken off. The words "Vermilion Bird" were written in black on one corner.
Besides those, a crimson wooden token lay with the robes.
One side of the token bore a crimson spirit inscription pattern, while the other displayed a large silver character meaning "inner."
"An inner disciple."
Wang Yu turned the red wooden token over in his hand, sensing a faint connection to it, as though it were linked to his own blood.
Clearly, during the time his consciousness had been absent, he had not only been switched to cultivating the Fire Spirit Art and rewarded with graded medicinal pills, but had also become an inner disciple of Vermilion Bird Mountain.
Without question, the only person who could have arranged all this was the Blazing Fire Ancestor.
But why had this Golden Core ancestor treated him so well?
Back then, the fiery light from the ancestor's magical artifact had invaded his body, forcing him out of this world. During his absence, some unknown consciousness had taken control of this body, and it had received such generous treatment.
Whenever he considered what this chain of events implied, his hair stood on end.
*Leave? There was certainly no way to leave immediately now. I could