Hiding within the volcano, Lu Qingshan, who had been sitting cross-legged for several days, finally opened his eyes.
Half a day ago, he felt that the position of the Peach Blossom Mark in his sea of consciousness had not moved for a long time.
This meant that Huang Yang had more than likely given up searching for his tracks and returned to his lair.
From the direction, the Peach Blossom Mark was only a two-hour journey from his current location, similar to the time it took Tian Mang to catch up to him before.
Lu Qingshan's gaze turned cold.
It was time to settle the score.
If anyone dared to trouble him, and he clearly had the opportunity to uproot them but did not, he would not be worthy of the title Sword Cultivator.
In the next moment, Lu Qingshan swiped his palm, the peach blossom appeared and brought forth a Sword Light, enveloping him within.
