'What in the world is going on with Junior Wu? Why hasn't he responded yet? Don't tell me something happened to him.'
By the entrance to the Secret Realm,
The surrounding Protective Array isolated a small, quiet area from the raging winds that swept between heaven and earth.
And now,
The Second Elder of the Corpse Refining Sect sat cross-legged in mid-air, his brow furrowed on his abnormally pale, almost corpse-like face. He watched the Communication Talisman he had just sent disappear into the void.
Two days had already passed.
Logically speaking, Junior Wu should have sent some kind of message by now.
At the very least, he should have sent someone to report on their progress, right?
So what's going on?
'Could it be that reinforcements from Barbaric City arrived early and he's been tied down?'
The Second Elder stood up,
looked down in thought,
and paced back and forth.
After a long moment,
