Upon entering the giant whale's belly, everyone was immediately drawn to a crimson figure in the fields.
"It's a Blood Corpse!"
Ling Shuang and the others had only just escaped the Blood Demon Blessed Land. Upon suddenly seeing a Blood Corpse appear, they instinctively prepared to attack.
But then they remembered that this was Venerable Daohé's grotto-heaven. It was impossible for a Blood Corpse to be running amok here, so they suppressed the urge to strike.
Sensing the hostility emanating from everyone, the Blood Corpse also felt a chill of fear in his heart and hurriedly pressed his palms together in a respectful salute.
"L-Little Daoist, greetings to all the Immortal Masters! I came here with my senior brother. I won't do anything evil!"
The fact that a Blood Corpse could speak human words was already astonishing enough. When they heard the latter half of his statement—that he even had a senior brother—they were even more surprised.
Could this Blood Corpse have founded his own sect?
While they were still puzzled, someone appeared in the distance, carrying a sack over his shoulder as he walked out of a small wooden hut at the edge of the fields.
"Heh—Junior Sister~ Fellow Daoists, long time no see!"
Luo Qianchou covered three steps in two and dashed to a stop in front of them.
Seeing him, Long Zhu hurriedly straightened and bowed. "Long Zhu greets Senior Brother."
They came from the same lineage. Although three senior brothers and sisters above them had already broken through to the True Intent realm, Long Zhu still held this ever-mysterious senior brother of hers in even greater awe.
That was because the person who had taken her in from the East Sea and brought her into the Dao Academy all those years ago had been Luo Qianchou.