Su Yue was simply too weak.
If Su Yue were above the fourth rank, just a few casual counterattacks might prevent Jiao Qingyuan from having time to return.
Anxiety.
Until now, Jiao Qingyuan had not sensed any sign of a living person, and he was starting to feel a twinge of worry.
Could it be that Su Yue climbed back up and hid?
It shouldn't be.
With the cunning of this young man, if he could go back, he would certainly tell Wang Anhu and the others immediately.
Cangyuan Sixth Camp hasn't found Su Yue; he has no reason to have returned.
Keep looking.
Damn it, my Qi Blood is running low.
...
Inside the cave.
Su Yue steadied his breath.
There was no Nine Yang Scripture here, no manual for some Nine Yang blender, no old master, and no Great Shift.
The clichéd plots from martial arts movies hadn't happened to him.
But Su Yue still noticed some strange things.
Indeed.
Someone had been here before.
And this cave was not merely a sealed-off cave.
