Li Yan and Mu Guyue flew ahead. Unable to use their Divine Sense, the two of them had to carefully sense their surroundings at all times.
That afternoon's great battle had happened because they had failed to detect anything in advance. Those people had lain in ambush beneath the river water, and Mu Guyue and Li Yan had only sensed them upon flying overhead. Their reaction had ultimately been one step too slow.
The two of them had escaped at the time, but several Golden Core Realm cultivators had been killed outright in the sneak attack. This made Li Yan even more cautious throughout the rest of their journey.
Though darkness did not greatly hinder cultivators, it made people feel safer psychologically. This was especially true for those evading formidable enemies, who were even more willing to travel at such a time.
Li Yan and the others kept moving without pause. By the early hours of dawn, they had not encountered another ambush. After changing their route, their journey had gone rather smoothly.
Deliberately, this group even wrapped their robes in spiritual power while skimming over the ground, preventing the rustle of fabric from making any sound. They were like a band of wandering ghosts in the dead of night.
Li Yan and Mu Guyue flew side by side, neither speaking another word along the way. Neither had ever been fond of talking much, and at this time, both were wholly focused on guarding against their surroundings.
Thus, they sped onward, steadily drawing closer to their sect.
At a certain moment, the group was flying over a stretch of hilly terrain.
Starlight spilled from the night sky, illuminating vast swathes of dense wild grass upon the ground. The grass rose and fell with the night wind, swaying as though countless