Winter's Qinghe City No. 1 High School was blanketed in pristine white snow. Su Yao stood on the rooftop, letting the snowflakes fall onto her shoulders. Ever since the recent attack by the Blood Demon Temple, the campus had returned to peace, yet the spiritual power fluctuations within the Compass were growing increasingly frequent, as if a hidden undercurrent were surging in the dark. Lin Yu hurried over, wrapped in a heavy cotton coat, with unmelted snow granules still clinging to his hair.
"Yaoyao, Zhao Ya is waiting for us in the club activity room. It seems she's found new clues about the Blood Demon Temple," Lin Yu panted, his spectacle lenses fogged over with a layer of mist. Su Yao nodded. Suddenly, the Compass emitted a sharp hum, its needle spinning wildly and pointing toward the direction of the school's back mountain.
The three of them made their way with difficulty through the woods on the back mountain, the accumulated snow sinking past their ankles and the cold wind slicing across their cheeks like a blade. Zhao Ya suddenly came to a halt, pointing ahead. "Look, there are residual traces of demonic energy over there." Su Yao looked in the direction she was pointing and saw that a century-old tree was carved with a blood-red Hexagram Array, with wisps of demonic energy still lingering among the array markings.
Chapter 117