663 Hao Xuan 663 Hao Xuan What could possibly happen?
Mo Hua furrowed his brows and poked his head to look outside the carriage.
Outside, the night was deep.
The carriage was moving on the road, to the left not far away, laid a small Immortal City, and to the right, a barren mountain.
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment before deciding to go down and have a look.
He reined in the carriage to a stop, then hopped off, tied the horse nearby, and released his Divine Sense, perceiving the unknown threads of causality.
A trace of blood…
And a faint hint of killing intent.
Mo Hua concealed himself and followed the weak trail silently toward the barren mountain on the right.
The ground was covered in withered grass and dense thorns.
The rugged rocks were uncomfortable underfoot.
After walking for 30 minutes, Mo Hua sensed something amiss and stopped. He crouched down and looked at the ground, his gaze slightly heavy.
There were blood traces on the ground, not yet dry, seeming to have just been spilled.
The rocks were scattered chaotically.
As if someone had been running with all their might.
The faint smell of blood lingered in the air, along with a weak presence of Spiritual Power.
This was…
Mo Hua’s heart turned cold.
“Is someone being hunted down?”
And the causal threads were somewhat gloomy and even a bit familiar.
Mo Hua focused and started his Calculations, and then he was taken aback.
In a trance, he saw in the gloomy night of the barren mountain, two figures in black pursuing a young man.
The cold moonlight made the blade gleam chillingly.
Blood was flowing from the young man…
This image flashed by.
When Mo Hua looked again, all light and shadow shattered, dissipating into nothingness.
The young man…
Mo Hua’s eyes revealed a thoughtful look, and then he continued his pursuit while maintaining his concealment.
Following the bloodstains and aura, he chased for several miles and emerged from the narrow mountain path to a suddenly expansive landscape.
But the scent of blood in the air had intensified.
The residual presence of Spiritual Power was also more pronounced.
Clearly, a fierce battle had taken place.
A chill ran through Mo Hua’s heart as he swept the area with his Divine Sense. He saw on a slope not far ahead, a large patch of blood, with the ground shattered and some of the earth collapsed.
There were also marks of Spiritual Artifacts being wielded and Spells burning.
If Mo Hua’s conjecture was correct, the young man fleeing for his life had been caught up with by the people in black on this broad mountain slope.
After a battle and struggling to fight, the young man was overpowered and captured by the black-clothed Cultivator.
He should still be alive…
Or at least, not dead yet.
Otherwise, what would be left at the scene wouldn’t be just bloodstains, but a body or at least fragments of flesh…
“Captured, but not yet killed…”
“Should be nearby…”
Mo Hua’s gaze darkened, his pupils profound, as he extended his Divine Sense to its limits. Moments later, his eyes brightened.
Nearby was a concealed cave.
Inside were several indistinct auras.
Mo Hua cast the Minor Five Elements Stealth Skill, merging his aura with that of the surrounding Earth and Wood and the rocks, making his footsteps silent as he inched closer to the cave.
As he neared the entrance, there indeed was movement inside, and the auras became clearer.
There were three people, all at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
Inside, there seemed to be sounds of interrogation.
“You little shit… damn…”
“Who sent you here?”