The Silver-haired Elder and Old Man Shi spared no effort in burning their Qi Blood to hasten their journey.
By the latter half of the day, they finally arrived at the Imperial Mausoleum Cold Abyss.
"Where is he?"
"Did he escape again?!"
Old Man Shi gazed at the swirling black mist, both anxious and furious.
The Silver-haired Elder wore a sullen expression, reaching out her hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three Proverb Fragments used to set up the True Intent Space flew back responsively.
Clutching the fragments, she communicated with her Heart Spirit, as if investigating something.
In just a moment, her gaze suddenly congealed.
"Can you track him?" Old Man Shi asked.
The Silver-haired Elder looked at Old Man Shi, a glimpse of unprecedented delight in her eyes.
"What is it?" Old Man Shi immediately sensed something.
"It's that boy," said the Silver-haired Elder.
"Chu Ming?"
"Yes."
