The dark clouds on the horizon resemble ghosts and specters, the distant mountains like demon wraiths, streams of blood flow on both sides, while the white bones pave the path beneath.
Mo Hua appears relaxed, his steps light.
Sword Bone feels anxious, following step by step.
After walking for a while, Mo Hua turns to look at Sword Bone, his tone carrying slight disdain, "Didn't you say the Demon Refining Diagram was full of evil spirits? Where are they?"
He has walked quite a distance yet hasn't seen a single evil spirit.
Could this Demon Refining Diagram be fake?
Should he not have come here for nothing...
Sword Bone responds awkwardly: "How should I know..."
It's his first time in here too.
If he had a choice, he would never want to come in his entire life.
Mo Hua casts a glance around once more, shakes his head, and thinks to himself:
"Forget it, let's rescue them first. The temple is here, where could the 'monk' possibly run to?"
