บท 416: It Speaks

I flew forward, heading in the direction where the skinny cultivator who tried to kill Shen Mo headed.

By now, Shen Mo would have died, after all, I only sealed his soul in his body, not cured his mortal wound. That wasn't something I could fix. The damage to his soul and body was too severe, and unless I had a heavenly treasure I couldn't help him. Not that I would have handed something that powerful to a person I didn't know even if I had the item.

So, the least I could do is grant him his wish, and at the same time, use him to my advantage.

Scanning the area for the skinny cultivator wasn't something feasible. Especially since I realized that using Divine Sense in this forest was actually a terrible idea.

Saint Class beasts were roaming the area, hiding among the trees and within the earth. Risking exposing oneself to them is the same as asking to have one's neck chopped.