The night was like a curtain, the lonely moon hanging high.
In the emptiness, a large number of Cultivators were flying through the sky, and every checkpoint across the million-li expanse of Haoxuan Mountain was guarded by Cultivators. Among those rolling mountains, the lights were bright as countless Jiuhua Immortal Sect disciples searched for any sign of Li Jiangliu.
Jiuhua Peak.
Under the cover of night, Li Jiangliu stealthily moved forward, occasionally lying low in the dense grass to avoid the Cultivators flying above him.
Everyone fears death, and Li Jiangliu was no exception.
Li Jiangliu not only feared death, but he also wanted to live on because he knew this was his last chance. Only by completing the task given to him by Ye Xuan could he truly start anew.
When Yin Cai'er's saber pierced his heart, the former Li Jiangliu had already died. Now, his heart harbored endless resentment and irrepressible anger.