A few days later, in the evening, at the mountainside cabin, Chen Mu leaned against a wooden pillar, sitting at the edge of the porch.
The petite Dragon Bone Boat darted around in front of him, its movements agile; if you didn't look closely, you would never think it was an inanimate magic artifact.
With the Truthful Listening Divine Power in operation, the scene within the Tangshan Institute appeared in his mind.
At this moment, all the disciples were being led by the Tang Sect in a painstaking search of the mountain.
Lazy Double Flower Rabbits grazing were caught into bamboo cages.
A large patch of purple Four-leaf Flowers was uprooted entirely, along with the soil like peeling off turf.
Even the sedimentary mud from the riverbed was being sorted and collected by someone.
Witnessing such thoroughness that seemed to scrape the earth three inches deep, Chen Mu couldn't help but twitch his lips.
