With a shake of his head and a smile, Lü Zhong temporarily severed his senses to avoid interfering with his main body's movements.
After crossing streams and ravines and traveling for a long time through the dense, mist-shrouded forest, the two black-robed figures soon arrived before a completely unremarkable cliff face. Then, after doing something unknown, their bodies passed right through it, and they vanished without a trace.
Lü Zhong constantly shifted his position, avoiding detection by the Limb-Attaching Sect's hidden sentries, his gaze fixed on that cliff face.
'So this is the Limb-Attaching Sect's stronghold!'
His goal achieved, Lü Zhong had no intention of clashing with the Limb-Attaching Sect and decided to retreat.
'If I don't disturb them, we can all get along. There's no need to stir up trouble.'
