Less than half an hour after Xiao Yu and the others left, a flash of red light appeared, revealing an imposing man with bronze skin and several bulging leather pouches of varying sizes hanging from his waist.
One sweep of his gaze took in the surroundings. At the sight of the five piles of black ash on the ground, he knew his clansmen had been murdered!
Fury blazed in his eyes. He released his divine sense, sweeping back and forth over everything within fifty li.
Finding no one worth noting, the man turned toward the dense fog still shrouding the entire hollow. He flipped his hand and took out a bronze seal, then tossed it into the air. As his fingers formed an incantation gesture, the seal grew to the size of a house and slammed down on the fog with earth-shaking force.
An hour later, Xiao Yu arrived at the Nameless Small Mountain where Xin Ruoyin lived, bringing Qi Yunxiao and his servant with him.
Fog still enveloped the mountain, and not a sound came from within. It seemed no one had come to cause trouble.
Xiao Yu stopped high above the mountainside, took a Sound Transmission Talisman from his robes, and spoke a few quiet words before throwing it down.
The flame into which the Sound Transmission Talisman transformed flickered several times in the air below, then abruptly vanished. At the same time, great billows of fog suddenly rose from the mountain and swallowed Xiao Yu completely in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Yu's vision blurred, and he found himself in a forest of colossal trees. Towering trunks over a hundred zhang tall surrounded him, making him seem as tiny as an ant. His heart jolted, but he dared not move a step.
He knew Xin