Small Bamboo Peak Remained, Yet No One Was There

Li Yan could guess that over the past twenty-odd years, Zhao Min had definitely sensed his location more than once. But with the two of them separated by such a vast distance, Zhao Min could only sense a rough area where he was.

Moreover, since that Devil Race Nascent Soul cultivator had made arrangements regarding him before, Zhao Min's freedom must have been restricted or monitored to some extent. Presumably, she could not leave "Holy Devil City" for too far.

As for this, Li Yan could never have imagined even in his dreams that Zhao Min's importance had long surpassed his expectations.

The ones valuing her now were no longer merely a single Nascent Soul cultivator, but two supreme Spirit Transformation experts—the White Devil Race's strongest Grand Supreme Elders.

"Over these twenty-odd years, she must have sensed that the distance between us was simply too great, that the chance of meeting was next to nothing. By now, she probably no longer took the initiative to cast spells and sense me so often.

"Still, half a year has already passed, yet Senior Sister has not sensed me even once. Could she have entered secluded cultivation?"

Li Yan carefully pondered and guessed at this possibility, yet he did not doubt in the slightest that Zhao Min might have forgotten her identity and wished to remain permanently on the Lost Continent.

With Zhao Min's temperament, it would be difficult for her to do such a thing.

Thus, the only conclusion Li Yan could reach was that she had entered secluded cultivation.

But how could he contact Zhao Min? For a time, Li Yan sank into deep thought.

As night slowly dyed the entire room black, plunging the interior into utter darkness, Li Yan finally raised his head.

A sharp gleam flashed through his