Following the route in his memory, Mu Bai took the two women past the Fox-Faced Bat's cave abode and the peak where Blood Phoenix had once nested, then rose back into the air. The great canyon was already within range of his Divine Sense, but neither the Golden Roc nor Blood Phoenix was there, nor was there any trace of Mu Lan and the others.
Without another moment's delay, the Yinglong Chariot headed straight for the great canyon. If Mu Lan and the others had suffered at the hands of the Demon Spirit Hall, Mu Bai would not shrink from fighting it.
Qian Dezhong naturally noticed the Third Holy Son's unusual behavior, but the secret to his longevity was never meddling in other people's affairs. He immediately urged his Kirin onward, closely following the Yinglong Chariot.
"Uncle Zhong, is there any trace of the Demon Spirit Hall's aura here?"
"I have had no dealings with the Demon Spirit Hall, so I cannot identify it clearly. But that is easily resolved. Our Sacred Domain has a method for combining Divine Sense. All five of us can lend ours to you, Holy Son!"
As he spoke, Qian Dezhong brought out a Qian Pan. It resembled the Kunling Sect's Kun Disk but had more wondrous uses, and was also an identifying token of the Qianyuan Sacred Land. The four Qian Slaves-Black, White, Brown, and Gray-immediately poured their Divine Sense into the Qian Pan with all their strength, and it floated before Mu Bai's eyes. Images of the Silver Frost Forest immediately appeared within it, shifting in an instant to encompass the landscape for tens of thousands of li north of their location. It was forceful and domineering, with no fear of offending the so-called Demon Spirit Hall.
Such was the conviction of the