"It appears that there may be some secrets hidden within the Blood Refining Sect."
Upon hearing these words, Ling Chen's eyes slightly narrowed. Considering the strength of the Blood Refining Sect, its Sect Leader, likely the strongest member, probably couldn't even compare to Xie Zhiqiu in combat prowess. So, how could he have the audacity to claim he could ensure Ling Chen wouldn't leave alive? There had to be some kind of hidden agenda.
Under the escort of the Refining Blood Sect disciples, the group left the small city, heading south on horseback, eventually arriving in a misty forest.
Fifty miles from Yellow Earth City lay Hidden Mist Lake, perpetually shrouded in fog. Visibility was limited to thirty meters, and often, boatmen would get lost on the lake, their journeys ending as floating corpses.
