His top priority in Refining Demon Mountain was to ensure Mo Hua's safety.
Everything else was secondary.
Now that Mo Hua was safe, he finally had some time to investigate that monster cultivator.
Thin mist hung amidst the forest, with towering trees exuding a sense of primal desolation.
Xun Ziyou walked in circles through the forest, extended his Divine Sense and scanned several times, yet found nothing. He frowned deeply.
As a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator chasing a Foundation Establishment Late Stage monster cultivator, how could this prey slip from his grasp?
True, he might have relaxed somewhat over these years, but there was no way he had become so incompetent.
No, it wasn't because of him.
Xun Ziyou, slightly offended, turned to his right and said:
"You lost the trail too, didn't you?"
On his right, light and shadows shifted. A man dressed in a Rushing Void Taoist Robe emerged, his expression slightly awkward. Yet he responded:
