After a moment, he opened his eyes and shook his head.
"It's indeed no longer in the original place."
"Snow Eagle said the evil cultivator went to the Broken Daoist Temple."
Qin Yurou gently stroked the massive snow-white eagle by her side and spoke softly.
Snow Eagle's sharp eyes shone with a spiritual light, gently pecking her palm in response.
"Broken Daoist Temple?"
Gu Sheng and Shen Qingtan exchanged a glance, seeing surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.
"Before we left, it clearly..."
Shen Qingtan's words were cut off as her expression suddenly changed, and she turned to look towards the horizon.
"Someone's coming!"
A bedraggled figure was staggering through the sky; it was Jiang Feiyu, his clothes tattered and face pale.
Jiang Feiyu crashed heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He struggled to prop himself up, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his robe in tatters, like a dog chased for three days and nights.
