"There are anomalies, right below this cliff!"
One of them, with sharp eyes, immediately pointed to an inconspicuous cave about a few dozen feet deep below the cliff.
At the edge of the cave, there were obvious footprints and residual spiritual energy and Blood Evil Qi lingering, refusing to disperse. Previously, they hadn't noticed this clue because Cen Yueyue's silver crown concealed their presence effortlessly.
But after they left, the violent aura left from refining the Blood Ganoderma spread out noticeably, so much so that several oddly-shaped demon beasts began to hover around, prompting Divine Thunder Valley to emit a sharp call that resonated throughout the sky.
Lei Chuyu was still strolling.
As he entered the old capital spanning seven hundred miles, he appeared calm and composed, exuding the demeanor of a dignified and elegant noble young master. Yet, just as he bent down to pick up the brilliant and foul-scented spirit grass on the ground, his body suddenly tensed!
