666: Leading Astray 666: Leading Astray “Have they… Have they all been slaughtered?”
Yi Li whispered.
He was a Spiritual Cultivator, and when he had previously been pursued by assassins, he was compelled to confront a black-robed cultivator. In a single encounter, he was knocked down.
Now that he had just awoken, with his head still a bit dizzy, he was somewhat unclear of the situation.
Mo Hua nodded, “They’ve all been slaughtered!”
“But…” Situ Jian hesitated, “There were more of them than us, we couldn’t possibly win, right…?”
Previously, during the encounter, he had estimated roughly that there were more than twenty people on their side.
Although some had died now, there were still at least ten remaining, and it was unknown whether they had other reinforcements.
Moreover, among these ten or so black-robed individuals, there seemed to be a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
In numbers and cultivation, they were at a disadvantage…
After pondering for a moment, Mo Hua said carefully, “Facing them head-on is indeed a bit difficult, so we need to think of some methods, plan thoroughly.”
“Planning…”
Cheng Mo and the other two nodded hesitantly.
They didn’t have much experience in such situations, and were still unclear on what exactly needed “planning.”
“Don’t rush it…” Mo Hua said calmly, “The most pressing matter is to first locate these black-robed traffickers, ascertain their true strength, and then take action accordingly.”
“We can’t possibly let them kidnap cultivators and then make a clean getaway…”
“That’s true…”
Cheng Mo and the others nodded in agreement.
“However…” Yang Qianjun sighed, “We’ve been on the run after being chased, and we have no idea where those black-robed individuals went…”
Mo Hua asked, “Where did you encounter these black-robed cultivators?”
“In a valley to the east…” Yang Qianjun replied.
“Then let’s go take a look first, search for any clues.” Mo Hua said.
Yang Qianjun was slightly startled, then nodded,
“Alright.”
At this point, that was all they could do.
After resting briefly to heal their injuries and restore their Blood Qi and most of their Spiritual Power, the group stood up and set off.
The party of six walked eastward along the mountain path, and after about half an hour, they reached a valley.
Mo Hua released his Divine Sense, his brows slightly furrowed.
There was not a single soul in the valley.
The group searched inside.
There were wheel tracks and faint footprints on the soil, broken stones, and shallow grass, as well as impressions from boxes placed on the ground.
Apart from that, there were no other traces.
It was as if a group of people had stopped here briefly before splitting into two.
One group pursued Cheng Mo and his companions.
The other group, with the kidnapped cultivators, had set out and left.
Cheng Mo and the others exchanged glances and sighed.
“They’ve left…”
“And we don’t know where they went…”
Mo Hua’s pupils were deep, and the patterns of cause and effect emerged in his eyes, threads of causality image imprinted in his view.
After a moment, Mo Hua pointed towards a mountain path on the left, “They went this way.”
The others were startled.
Cheng Mo asked, “How do you know?”
“I guessed it!”
Mo Hua declared confidently.
Then he casually added, “Let’s go…”
With that, Mo Hua took the lead and headed off to the left.
Hao Xuan immediately followed.
Cheng Mo and the others exchanged glances, somewhat baffled, but instinctively, they still trailed behind Mo Hua.
To the left was a mountain path, beyond the path was a forest, beyond the forest a valley, and beyond the valley a stream…
There were no traces of wheels or cultivators passing by on this whole route.