When the cultivator rode the Fire Lion above the Fire Lake, he patted the Fire Lion's forehead. The Fire Lion obediently came to a stop, shook its head, and drew a deep breath. Vast amounts of fire-element spiritual energy surged into the Fire Lion's gaping maw. Then the Fire Lion raised its head and let out a long roar. At once, the fire rats that had been scurrying about within the Fire Lake plunged into the magma, no longer daring to show their heads.
"Hehe~" The cultivator opened his eyes and looked at the Fire Lion with great affection, gently stroking its mane a few times before climbing down from its back. He released his divine sense and carefully examined the surroundings. The cultivator frowned slightly and muttered, "It should be here. Why can't I see anything unusual? How strange..."
Afterward, as though unwilling to give up, the cultivator circled the area within roughly a hundred zhang for quite some time. When he returned to his original spot, the confusion on his face vanished, and he actually smiled. "This is a secret art left behind by a senior of my sect. If this poor Daoist could see through it, I fear I would need Golden Core cultivation!"
As he spoke, he slapped his storage bag and took out a red talisman. Just as he was about to activate it with spiritual power, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance to his right.
Before long, more than a dozen peak Qi Cultivation disciples arrived from the direction he was looking. When those disciples spotted the cultivator from afar, their faces all showed respect as they hurriedly flew over. Once they drew near, the dozen or so disciples bowed together. "This disciple greets Martial Uncle Miao Jun!"
"Rise!" Miao