Early the next morning, Chu Ming packed up and cautiously walked back along the path he had come.
The previous lesson had been deeply imprinted in Chu Ming's mind, so in this dangerous area, he did not travel on the ground but leaped from one tree to another, his soul unleashed to its limit along the way. At the slightest sound, he would immediately conceal his presence and remain motionless.
An hour later, Chu Ming, following the direction of Cyan Yang Sect, returned to the place where Yang Zong had hunted him. The ground was still in disarray, trees collapsed, and Luo Chuan's corpse was no longer in sight, likely devoured by demon beasts.
"Hmm?"
Chu Ming's expression shifted, and before he had time to turn around, he felt a fierce gust of wind coming from behind him. The air was instantly blasted apart, with intense roaring sounds following.
