Whenever Yu Batian returned to his sect, he always took this path.0

The mountain hollow was filled with a pungent stench of blood.0

As time passed, the scent gradually dispersed with the wind. Amid the disarray of the hollow, a corpse lay sprawled in the tangled weeds, completely devoid of life.0

Inside the coffin, Qin Sang remained alert, keeping a close watch on his surroundings.1

Unexpectedly, even after waiting for nearly half an hour, there was still no sign of Yu Batian.0

Qin Sang frowned in secret. Has that brat not finished his indulgence yet? Is he not planning to return today?0

If that was the case, Qin Sang would have no choice but to activate his backup plan. However, this would mean starting preparations anew, costing him a great deal of time.0

He worried that if the delay dragged on, more unforeseen variables would arise, and he might not be able to suppress his corpse...0