Besides loudly and fervently discussing the Big Dipper Sect and openly admiring Sect Leader Ren, the people of the martial world were more often whispering among themselves about Yao Mountain... and the dried corpses!
By now, the entire martial world knew that while they had been throwing themselves heart and soul into fighting over the Immortal Mansion, beneath their very feet lay a massive trap laid by the Heavenly Dragon Sect, which had drained every last drop of blood from the bodies of all the dead and wounded!
Everyone had only ever seen such bizarre things in tales of ghosts and strange phenomena, never encountered them in reality. Now that they truly had, merely thinking about it sent a chilling cold over their bodies and raised goosebumps. Yet people were curious by nature—who could resist? Whenever they had a spare moment, they would look around and whisper about it. As for whether the Heavenly Dragon Sect had really done it, or whether they had any evidence, who would care?
In any case, the already mysterious Heavenly Dragon Sect had now been draped in an eerie mantle!
Zhang Xiaohua hid atop the carriage, listening to the roadside chatter with a faint smile at the corner of his lips. When he had revealed hints about the Heavenly Dragon Sect on Yao Mountain that day, he had intended to leave them running around like headless flies. The more chaotic the Heavenly Dragon Sect became, the better his chance of bringing Meng out of the Heavenly Dragon Sect openly and honorably, rather than... being in such a difficult position as he was now!
The carriages moved very slowly, and they did not reach the vicinity of Yao Mountain until the fourth day.
Along the way, although they encountered quite a few martial artists, those