At midnight, a group of people hurriedly left Ink Cloud City.
Ten cultivators from the Profound Wind Tribe, the old butler Qiu Yin, along with Mo Xingzhi and the cultivator he always had with him, a huge crowd set out.
Mo Xingzhi looked displeased, because his cousin had joined the group too, holding a Compass looking all serious.
"Why didn't you just stay at the tavern and sleep well, why follow us?"
His cousin fiddled with the Compass and said, "I know this thing better than you all. If I don't go with you, what if you can't use it?"
Hearing this, Mo Xingzhi's face darkened. After installing this Compass, it was clearly just a switch. Once turned on, the needle would turn automatically.
As long as it was a place with Spiritual Qi, the needle would start to tilt. Even a child could control it; this was clearly an excuse to join in the fun.
"Then hand the Compass to your clansmen, and stay by my side. With your insignificant cultivation, don't join in the chaos."
