The dusk lingered as the bamboo forest glowed golden.
Li Xian and Wen Caishang journeyed away from the city, traveling for about a day, and rested in the bamboo forest. The breeze here was gentle, the spring atmosphere vibrant, and the scenery beautiful.
There was an abandoned hut in the woods. Li Xian knocked on the door and gently pushed it open. The inside was old, with a bamboo bed covered in dust.
Seeing that darkness was approaching and there were no pursuers, Li Xian guessed that the forces of Taixin Sect, Sword Rain Tower, and others had been deterred by the skull and dared not pursue. However, to be cautious, they covered their tracks along the way, leaving no trace of their movements.
They temporarily stayed in the hut.
He displayed the Jade Palm, spinning his palms in the air. Inner Qi congealed without dispersing, forming a vortex of air flow, sweeping up the dust inside the room.
