The man and the brush stared fixedly at the stone stele that had suddenly appeared, neither speaking for a long time.
After who knew how long, the Brush of All Living Beings finally spoke from Su Mo's shoulder. "Let's go. I have a very ominous feeling."
Su Mo nodded, drew a deep breath, and continued along the Immortal Path, going around the stone stele.
He, too, felt deeply uneasy, as though everything were under someone else's control.
As though... breaking through the Three Pure Ones' Immortal Gate and his own stepping onto the Immortal Path were all part of someone's scheme.
Soon, Su Mo had left the stone stele far behind.
Yet the feeling of someone watching his back only grew stronger.
"How far have we walked?" Su Mo asked in a low voice.
The Brush of All Living Beings had put aside his joking mood as well. After thinking carefully, he said, "We're almost halfway there. On the road ahead, the remnant bones scattered along the Immortal Path will become fewer and fewer. I reckon another year or two should get us there."
"It's just that this first half of the Immortal Path seems much easier than we imagined..." The Brush of All Living Beings gave a couple of dry chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.
Su Mo turned to look at the Brush of All Living Beings, and the brush could no longer laugh.
The first half truly had been easier than they imagined, but the road ahead seemed rather uncanny.
The Brush of All Living Beings coughed dryly twice. "Let's go, let's go. I, the Pen Lord, feel as though something is watching us all the time..."
The man and the brush said nothing more, continuing onward in silence.
Calm seemed to return along the way. Nothing