Su Yi rose, brushed off his clothes, and left.

It was already bright out. Rosy clouds drifted throughout Floating Immortal Ridge, and the light of dawn illuminated every living thing in the vast mountain wilderness. The grasses and trees were vibrant and flourishing.

The Mountain God’s temple built halfway up the mountain was now nothing but a pile of rubble.

Su Yi stood amidst the wreckage, holding a talisman. He looked around, his heart calm as he sensed his surroundings.

This was a spiritual tethering talisman.

Yuan Heng had one just like it. No matter where he went, the talisman would leave a trace of its unique presence behind.

So long as Su Yi had the matching talisman, he could locate its energy.

Before long, Su Yi turned toward the east and shot forward.

…..

A depression in the mountainside.

The ground had collapsed, the nearby boulders had been overturned, and the vegetation had been burnt to ash.

This was the aftermath of a battle.

“Master, his yao qi is dense, but it’s not at all vicious or explosive. Even if he’s a yao, he’s probably a kindhearted one, right?” chirped Qing Ya.

The young woman looked about sixteen...