He withdrew his spiritual power and flew away in a streak of light.
Fu Ze sensed that the other man had left, but still dared not move. He remained underground for over two more hours before daring to emerge.
His spiritual power was so depleted that his meridians had begun to rupture faintly. Burns covered his body, exposing blood-red fascia and flesh beneath. Only after taking several pills in succession did he have enough strength to set up another restriction.
Ginger was spicier with age. Those Chan cultivators would never imagine that he had not kept running, but had stayed in this cave abode instead.
Finding amusement amid his misery, Fu Ze secretly congratulated himself. Just as he sat down to continue meditating, a faint voice drifted into his ear. "Found you."
Fu Ze's eyes instantly widened.
Mingxin and Qingxuan left that cave abode and, after considerable effort, found a monster and killed it.
Mingxin cut off the monster's head, then severed its hair and claws one by one and put them into his Storage Bag.
Then he took a pill and sat beneath a tree with Qingxuan to rest.
"That Xuanji is getting more and more overbearing. That was clearly our prey. We got there first." Remembering it, Mingxin was still indignant.
Qingxuan leaned against the tree with his sword in his arms, gazing into the distance, his thoughts unknown.
When he did not respond, Mingxin called again, "Junior Brother? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Qingxuan glanced at him and said mildly, "There's no harm in letting him have it. The Wasteland has no shortage of monsters."
"But judging by the caliber of that restriction, I suspect his cultivation might be above Golden Core," Mingxin said. "An injured Golden Core Realm cultivator-who knows how many good things he