In the mystic fog, lightning surged, revealing the silhouette of a dragon.
Zhang Ze felt the anomaly too, peeking out from under his tight garnt.
Though too distant to sense specific auras, the presence felt akin to that of Giant Turtle Zhu Luo.
Was it engaged in combat with soone?
Or perhaps many people.
Yet, before Zhang Ze could investigate further, the mystic fog vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Seeing this, Zhang Ze quickly took out the communication magical artifact Sect Leader Lu had given him before departure.
Astral light glimred in his hand as Zhang Ze began calling Zhu Luo, but the star representing Zhu Luo remained dim and dull.
Not just Zhu Luo; the other Mahayana Cultivators also did not respond to Zhang Ze’s call.
"Huh?"
Though montarily anxious, Zhang Ze quickly regained his composure.
He flipped the starscape in his hand, causing the celestial signs to reverse and light up again.
Seeing the four stars reignite, Zhang Ze sighed in relief.
This starscape was a magical artifact specifically crafted by Sect Leader Lu for this infiltration.
Besides transmitting ssages, it could assure mutual safety and locate their positions.
The stars shining indicated they were all safe and their lives unthreatened.
With this in mind, Zhang Ze quickly adjusted the starscape again to confirm their positions.
But oddly, this ti, the star lights in the starscape all extinguished again.
Staring at the darkened starscape, Zhang Ze suddenly comprehended the aning of this flickering starlight.
Silence.
The glow of life showed they were safe.
But the transmission and position-reporting lights going out ant no contact, no communication...
One could only wonder what they had encountered, especially considering that strange anomaly that seed to involve Zhu Luo’s actions, which was particularly intriguing.
"What now?" Fuji tugged at Zhang Ze’s pant leg and asked.
After a mont of contemplation, Zhang Ze said, "Let’s et up with Li first, then we’ll check out where Zhu Luo acted earlier. After that... we’ll figure it out as we go."
Zhang Ze had no better plan; first, the situation in Baiyujing had exceeded his expectations, and secondly, he was sowhat inadequate in strength.
Compared to Sect Leader Lu and the others, he felt quite weak.
What kind of force could compel Sect Leader Lu and them to stay silent?
Zhang Ze doubted he could withstand it.
Shaking his head, Zhang Ze temporarily set this issue aside.
He still had a fallback plan.
Fortunately, he was swift enough to stash away the arm making a rude gesture into the Hundred Treasures Bag when he created an exit.
As long as that arm was intact, he could leave Baiyujing using the sa thod.
If nothing else, he could hide and retreat.
Find the accomplished cultivators, hide behind them, and use the arm to help them withdraw.
Three realms above ground, three realms within Earth’s core; never belittle the impoverished youth. Next ti, I’ll bring more people, and we must snatch off his headwear.
For now, finding Li is the priority.
...
Locating Li wasn’t difficult, as their relationship allowed Zhang Ze to vaguely sense Li’s position.
Moreover, he had two magical treasures to help pinpoint Li.
One was Brother Feng’s Black Sword.
Since the path to the Mountain and Sea Secret Realm had been opened, Brother Feng, despite his obsession with it, was aware of external affairs.
Realizing Zhang Ze planned to head underwater again and was gathering magical treasures, he entrusted soone to send his Black Sword, lending it to Zhang Ze.
Though this Black Sword was sharp beyond asure, Brother Feng mostly used it to pick locks and open boxes.
According to Brother Feng, the Black Sword could also locate people or treasures simply by marking the target’s insignia on it.
The blade of the Black Sword currently carries a slightly rusted dragon scale, which Li had peeled off last month.
Aside from the Black Sword, Zhang Ze’s second reliance was Maomao.
After all, the powers of the Dog’s Wishing Technique and Maomao’s Hair-Seeking Technique were unrivaled.
With Zhang Ze’s general guidance, and precise adjustnts from the Black Sword and Maomao, finding Li was a matter of monts.
There was only one consideration: how to keep Maomao from getting distracted and maintain a low profile.
To achieve this, Zhang Ze paid a significant price.
Maomao was very strong, dressing it was extrely challenging.
...
At present, the wilderness appeared empty.
Yet once the hidden curtain was lifted, there were three oddly dressed figures in tight garnts.
Needless to say, Zhang Ze was a repeat offender.
The Black Sword was tightly wrapped in matching black tights, leaving no gap.
Zhang Ze held the Black Sword in its tights version in one hand and used a black thread as a leash to lead Maomao with the other.
Maomao and the Black Sword enjoyed the sa treatnt, the black binding allure outlining Maomao’s not-so-delicate figure vividly, fully embodying the dignified standard.
After shedding so weight, Zhang Ze also realized that Maomao wasn’t simply fluffy; it was genuinely plump, solidly plump.
Its stomach was beginning to take shape, reaching a sub-Li level.
Of course, this couldn’t be ntioned, as doing so would only provoke Maomao to smack Zhang Ze’s shin with its steel-like tail.
Besides Maomao, Zhang Ze had also given Fuji a tight-fitting costu.
Contrary to Maomao’s resistance, Fuji was enjoying it greatly.
She stood on Zhang Ze’s head, transforming the tight costu into all sorts of strange shapes, and who knew what indescribable things she was conjuring inside.
She chatted with Zhang Ze while playing.
"If soone really wanted to catch you, wouldn’t you have been discovered long ago?"
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