After the heavy rain, the mountain valley seemed exceptionally fresh, with a layer of mist hanging in the air.
In the huge sword-scarred ravine, the accumulated water was rippling, exuding a chilling atmosphere.
As the gentle breeze blew, a few birds flew over the valley, leaving only a few clear calls behind.
At the entrance of the valley, behind a tree, Ye Jingcheng and Ye Xingliu concealed themselves, donned Spirit-Blocking Clothing, and activated their Supreme Turtle Concealing Qi Technique.
Both of them felt their patience wearing thin.
They had been waiting here for five and a half days, and Ye Jingcheng had almost refined the Golden Falcon.
Though not fully mastered, he aimed to deliver a decisive blow to the Corpse Daoist at the crucial moment, which should be possible.
However, what puzzled them was that the Corpse Daoist had yet to appear.
