"Mount Lu!"
Lian Youming was inwardly shaken.
He still remembered that the mysterious inheritance in that copy of Journey to the West was also on Mount Lu.
Could there be a connection between the two?
If so much had not happened lately, he should have gone to investigate long ago.
But Lian Youming soon frowned again, his expression shifting uncertainly as though he were caught in a fierce inner struggle.
No.
If Gan Danran and these two martial grandmasters were searching for the so-called Sword Immortal inheritance, how could their mysterious enemies not know about it?
They were all old monsters who had grown shrewd with age. Naturally, Lian Youming had to prepare for the worst.
And that meant going to Mount Lu to investigate already carried a certain risk.
That risk could be great or small. At best, he was overthinking things. But if his guess was right, a deadly threat would descend from above, and he would immediately face a Mystic Connection Martial Artist. Death would be inescapable.
This was no longer a matter of making a choice, but of life and death.
In fact, as thoughts rose and fell in Lian Youming's mind, the mere notion of going to Mount Lu made him uneasy. An obscure impulse to seek good fortune and avoid disaster seemed to prod him, warning him.
Seeing him stand motionless while his expression kept changing, the little monk Sangji did not disturb him.
Only after a long while, when a slab of accumulated snow collapsed outside, did Lian Youming seem to make up his mind.
He gently set the remains of the two martial grandmasters in a corner, turned to pick up the strange weapon from the ground, and climbed out of the Snow Cave with Sangji.
Wind and snow lashed their faces,