Chapter 630: The Saintess
Although he had grasped this supernatural ability instinctively, it was far from easy to wield it proficiently.
The sword light that Qin Sang had split off was riddled with flaws and could only be maintained for a fleeting moment. It was completely unusable in real combat. As he traveled, he continued to study and ponder, only to find the Sword Dao even more unfathomable than he had imagined.
The path to immortality was long and arduous. Every Great Dao held unfathomable depth.
Soon, he arrived at the upper reaches of the river where he had once drifted. Qin Sang flew low, extending his spiritual consciousness in all directions, even deep into the ground, probing the subterranean waters for any hidden presences.
But he found nothing.
After entering Qingyi River, Qin Sang concealed his presence and followed the river downstream. He landed behind Thousand-Household Village, frowning slightly. The room was empty.
From the time he had left the village to recover and then break through, not even twenty days had passed. Yet a thin layer of dust had already gathered on the desk in Mute Girl’s room, and she was nowhere to be seen.
Mute Girl had always been diligent. If she were still living here, she would have cleaned daily without fail.
"Now that her birthmark and muteness have been cured, has she finally gained the acceptance of the villagers?"
The thought crossed Qin Sang’s mind as he leapt forward toward the front of the village, but he still found no trace of Mute Girl.
After the grandma's death, Mute Girl had lived alone, shunned by her clansmen. She had never dared venture far from the village, and had never once left the mountain.
Even during the Witch God Festival, when villages from the surrounding area would gather in celebration, singing and dancing in joyous revelry, Mute Girl could only stand alone at the mountaintop, gazing longingly into the distance.