Still, to reach the forbidden ground, he would have to take a roundabout route.
Zhou Jue stared at the unfamiliar cultivator, committing his appearance to memory, then circled toward the forbidden ground.
Before long, he reached the foot of the mountain where the forbidden ground lay.
By now, the sea raiders should have landed on the island, and the cultivators from the various villages who guarded the forbidden ground were all absent.
Delighted, he ran forward.
Yet a restriction suddenly barred his way.
This is bad.
Zhou Jue's heart sank, and he hurriedly summoned his little puppet.
Then he and the puppet acted together, trying to open a temporary passage.
But his cultivation was simply too low. Despite expending tremendous effort, he could hardly shake the formation's restriction.
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
"Child, if you keep breaking through the restriction like that, how long will I have to wait?"
Zhou Jue shuddered all over and looked back.
The speaker was none other than the unfamiliar cultivator he had seen near the back mountain earlier.
His heart sank. This is bad.
The man sneered and said, "Why don't you let me help you?"
Fear gradually crept into Zhou Jue's heart, but it did not break him.
With his grandmother on his back, he took a few small steps backward.
The cultivator watched him with a faint smile, toying with him like a cat with a mouse.
Zhou Jue formed a Dao hand seal, abruptly activating his Spiritual Power and divine sense. The humanoid puppet sprang into action, lunging toward the pile of rubble at Qu Zhao's feet.
Spreading its arms, the puppet went straight for Qu Zhao's lower body.
At the same time, Zhou Jue turned and fled.
Yet the cultivator did not even lift an