Lěng Yè arrived at the outskirts of the city. This had originally been a lush forest, open to the public as a AAA-grade scenic area. But ever since the resurgence of Spiritual Energy made the world increasingly turbulent, the higher-ups gradually abandoned the management of this vast forest, turning it into a gathering place for rogue cultivators and unstable martial artists. With its treacherous terrain that was easy to defend and hard to attack, several sizable factions had gradually formed here.
Lěng Yè had learned of this from his uncle, though he hadn't paid it much mind at the time, never expecting he would have to deal with these people so soon. Relying on his Nascent Soul realm cultivation, he was confident he could sweep through the entire suburban dense forest. He did not believe any rogue cultivator could reach the Nascent Soul realm; someone with such strength would have long since been recruited by the major clans. Why would they live the life of a bandit in the mountains?
"This place is too big. If I keep searching like this, who knows when I'll find her?" Lěng Yè sped all the way, detecting quite a few hidden scoundrels, yet still failing to find any trace of Jì Wěiwěi's aura. The prolonged detection left his mental energy somewhat exhausted. He stopped, massaged the bridge of his nose, and let out a long sigh.
Chapter 1262