Bab 585: The Grand Scenery of East Qingzhou

"I need to return." Saying this, Qin Huai sat cross-legged with a calm demeanor. In the following moment, the world shifted, a cold breeze drifting in through the cracks beside him.

Qin Huai slit his finger, and a drop of blood leaped from his body, swirling like a living dragon. Eventually, it solidified into a pool of blood in his palm. 

Ripples spread across this pool, revealing an image of the Heart's Eye Pavilion, where the white-robed king remained seated, unmoving.

With a squeak, Qin Huai pushed open the door to the secret room. Shortly after, Gou Jie arrived, familiar with the room. The latter reported on recent developments. 

"The Sacred Heart Sect has been silent over the past three months, and we haven't found any trace of the white-robed king. On the other hand, visceral prefecture realm experts in Qingzhou City have begun to appear like bamboo shoots after a rainstorm."