Ten miles to the southeast, a squad of Ghost Cultivators was moving along, followed by a former teammate. He...
Watching Xu Donglin stride away, Yao Sande couldn't help swallowing hard. Had Gu Chengshu really not spread the news about him yet?
If that was the case...
The thought flickered in his mind, only to be quickly snuffed out.
If Gu Chengshu were just an ordinary genius disciple of the Lingyun Sect in the Fuyuan Realm, the people from the Alliance would surely be more inclined to believe him. But she was no ordinary disciple!
As for that squad of Ghost Cultivators...
After a moment of hesitation, Yao Sande deliberately steered clear of both the southeast and his rear, running in the opposite direction along the coastline of the Dead Sea.
However, before he had run far, he sensed something amiss and stopped dead in his tracks. "Who's there?"
"That's my line."
A sinister, piercing voice came straight from his shadow. "You smell of our kind. Tell me, where is your Spirit Master?"
What?
Yao Sande was stunned.
He...
"My Spirit Master is dead." In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind—whether to surrender or to fight—but he quickly suppressed them and answered honestly, "I actually wanted to find you all, but I had no way to prove myself, and I didn't know you could still catch my scent."
"Dead? What was your Spirit Master's name?"
"Xixin Si."
"Xixin Si? You used to be a Daoist Sect cultivator, didn't you?"
"Yes!"
"And the people who forced you to surrender…
Chapter 139