Baiyu continued moving deeper into the mountains.
After an unknown passage of time, he suddenly discovered a run-down Daoist temple within the mountains.
The pursuit by the cultivators behind him had weakened, as venturing further into the mountains made them hesitant; they didn't dare to pursue too deeply for fear of encountering danger.
After Baiyu had killed several cultivators.
Those chasing cultivators began feeling somewhat fearful; after all, cultivation is hard-earned, and to lose one's life in vain would leave one's soul tormented even in death.
At this moment.
Baiyu glanced at the Daoist temple deep in the mountains.
He hesitated for a moment.
Then he dashed inside.
...
"Thirteen have been injured, and four have died. That celestial evil is still at large, fleeing without a trace! Young Master Mingzhu, should we continue the pursuit or not?"
In the dense forest.
A group of cultivators stood in front of a young gentleman with a face like exquisite jade.
