Li Yan had no way of knowing whether Dao Yu was truly still inside "Zilin Manor." He could only follow them again. These two were the only targets he could be certain of.
But so far, the information he had obtained from them was limited. The two of them had left him lost in the clouds and mist, unable to make heads or tails of it.
Li Yan's divine sense flew out again, swiftly winding around the two of them. Yet they flew on for nearly half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, and Li Yan did not hear another word exchanged between them.
Presumably, they had already discussed whatever needed saying inside the manor. He had missed the right moment, and now they had no need to speak further.
What reassured Li Yan, however, was that the direction they were flying was not the one they had come from earlier. In other words, they were not heading toward "Saint Demon City." This made Li Yan think that they had not yet found Dao Yu.
Just as Li Yan flew through the night and a great river appeared below within his divine sense, the two White Devil Race cultivators suddenly descended. Before long, they landed amid a patch of grass by the riverbank.
Their escape lights swiftly faded, revealing two standing figures.
"Here, then?"
The violet-robed cultivator's voice entered Li Yan's divine sense. He was not using voice transmission, but that was hardly strange. He was a Body Integration Realm cultivator.
His divine sense had likewise long since spread outward. He was exceedingly confident in his own vigilance. If someone of his cultivation level could come out merely to speak a few words with someone and still be overheard, then his luck would truly be abysmal.