Chapter 824: Searching (II)
Chengshui Tomb.
Demonic clouds rolled across the sky and muffled thunder rumbled as darkness enveloped the land. Only scattered glimmers of light shimmered in the air.
Rain pattered endlessly as Li Xuanfeng rode the wind and halted above the black waters. Demonic mists churned on the surface. The strange signs of Murong En’s death had already faded, but the black smoke was growing thicker, forming a sky-darkening shroud.
This was the outer edge of Chengshui Tomb, where things looked noticeably calmer, but the water had still turned gray. Li Xuanfeng gazed into the distance, while a plain-looking middle-aged man with two gourds tied to his waist stood next to him, his vine armor glowing faintly with dharma light.
This man was none other than Lingu Rao, also known as Raozi Scorpion, a veteran cultivator from the Azure Pond Sect who had long guarded the Southern Sea. His voice was hoarse and heavy as he said, "Fellow Daoist Xuanfeng, are you still able to proceed?"
Lingu Rao had actually become renowned even earlier and by seniority was more suited to the same generation as Li Tongya. But he had spent most of his life secluded in the Southern Sea and rarely socialized with people. In these borderlands, such distinctions didn’t matter much, so they simply addressed one another as fellow Daoists.
Lingu Rao didn’t know what medicine Yuan Xiu had given Li Xuanfeng, but since only three months had passed, he feared Li Xuanfeng might still be injured.
Thus he asked out of concern, and Li Xuanfeng nodded and replied, "Rest assured, fellow Daoist."
Li Xuanfeng had witnessed the various Daoist Masters slay Murong En three months ago. Relics had rained down from the great void amid torrential rain and lightning, but he hadn’t had the chance to linger as Yuan Xiu quickly took him back to Mount Bianyan.