Zhao Lin didn't dare to pursue any further. For one, Golden Ox Beach was the Earth Dark Sect's territory. Without an Array Master at his side, running into one of their traps would mean certain death with no hope of a burial.
On the other hand, he worried it was a ploy to lure the tiger from its mountain. If Matsuo were to double back and attack, losing any more cultivators would be a disaster.
He walked back to camp with a grim expression, his eyes sweeping over the group. "What is all this?" he asked with a frown.
It turned out everyone was worried Matsuo might come back, so they had all enveloped themselves in two or three layers of protective shields.
While this approach was certainly safer, it consumed an immense amount of Spiritual Power and was unsustainable. It was clear that everyone was truly terrified.
Du Zhen's old face flushed, and he was the first to drop his protective shields. "Zhao Lin, did you catch him?" he asked.
"No."
