In the following days, Qin Liuxi and Si Lengyue flipped through the handwritten notes about the Saint Heir Si Ling in the clan, and from the narrative of the Old Clan Chief, they slowly unraveled clues and finally found a trace.
The two did not delay, bid farewell to the Old Clan Chief, and headed to the real sacrificial site of Gong Xianhu.
The real ancient site of the Black Witch Temple.
Indeed, ancient site, before the rise of the Black Witch, it was just a small stockade, not the temple later crowded with countless cult members. Now, it has become ruins and overgrowth, desolate and uninhabited, a place even birds dare not approach.
Qin Liuxi opened her Heavenly Eye, stared down at the abandoned structures in the valley, and said, "We may have really found the right place."
"How so?" Si Lengyue crossed her arms, the place was too cold, and she felt uncomfortable all over.
Qin Liuxi said, "Below, the evil aura is dense as ink."
