Xu Qingtong covered the several hundred li in less than two hours.
As it turned out, the source of the Sang River was a rare mountain marsh. The marsh was vast, spanning twenty li, with a thin veil of mist floating over it.
The marsh held nothing but pools and grass, with occasional low shrubs. Not a single tall tree stood there.
Judging from experience, Xu Qingtong felt that deadly danger lurked within this marsh. It was by no means as peaceful as it appeared!
Xu Qingtong took a bottle of elixirs from his Storage Bag and handed it to Du Siwen. "Senior Sister, these are antidote pills. Keep them with you-better prepared than caught wanting!"
Sure enough, after walking for a while, they caught traces of an unusual odor in the air. It was the faint stench of rotting corpses, nauseating to smell and, after prolonged exposure, enough to make their heads swim.
"Qingtong, could a lot of people have died here? The stench of rotting corpses is so strong it makes me want to throw up!" Du Siwen could bear it no longer and spoke to Xu Qingtong.
Frowning, Xu Qingtong held his breath and examined their surroundings carefully.
He saw neither a single corpse nor any signs of fighting, leaving him increasingly puzzled.
"Xiao Qi, come out for a moment!" Xu Qingtong called.
Xiao Qi flew out of the Seven-Star Bracelet and landed on Xu Qingtong's shoulder.
"Xiao Qi, take a look. Are there any corpses or yin souls here?"
Xiao Qi blinked, looked around, then sniffed the air. "Master, there aren't any corpses here!"
This struck Xu Qingtong as even more baffling. There was clearly a powerful stench of rotting flesh, so how could there be no corpses?
"Can you smell that foul stench of rotting