Si Zhengqi was at the back, he frowned upon hearing the words.
"Old Liao is right, this blood smell is too fresh, as if it was just left. Maybe that little bastard is injured!"
The three moved swiftly, traversing through the jagged rocks as if they were on flat ground.
Not far ahead, Gu Sheng's figure appeared intermittently, with an ancient small bell above his head emitting a faint glow, standing out prominently in the dim environment.
"It's indeed that bell!"
Liao Feiyu's eyes were filled with greed.
"The Sect Master said that whoever obtains this bell will be rewarded with an Earth Rank Cultivation Technique!"
This statement was like pouring oil on fire, the three pursued even more urgently.
They didn't notice that the rocks beneath their feet gradually became moist and sticky, each step causing tiny blood-colored splashes.
Deep in the pit among the strange rocks, Gu Sheng sneered at the corner of his mouth.
