This is the Fortune of my Mei clan!

An hour later, on the path of Mount Mei.

This was a small path between the cliffs of the mountain, which was forcefully opened up by someone with great magic power, allowing strange beasts to pass through.

It got its name from the clusters of rose-red wildflowers that could be seen from time to time by the roadside.

This kind of nameless flower was useless to cultivators, so no one paid attention to it even though it was all over the mountains.

The carriage stopped in front of a pool of blood.

In the car, Huo Zhaojing slowly opened his eyes. Based on his senses, he had finally arrived at the place where his four junior brothers and sisters had died in battle.

Unlike the three, the other party clearly didn't have time to clean up the traces.

He got out of the carriage and walked around the area. He could roughly guess how his fellow disciple had died.