Just when a swarm of Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators crowded into the "Demon" Word Path,
the young sorcerer Mu Ling chose to stay.
He walked up to the five people who had been slain by Chu Xisheng and stared fixedly at their corpses.
The countenance of the young sorcerer gradually grew solemn as he bent down to examine the wounds on the corpses, then he even dabbed a bit of blood and brought it to his nose for a light sniff.
"What's wrong?"
Shadowless Sword Zhuo Baiyun had intended to enter that narrow path as well.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of Mu Ling's unusual behavior from the corner of his eye. His eyebrows raised, he immediately made his way through the crowd, hand on his sword.
"Mu Ling, is there something wrong with these corpses?"
The young sorcerer looked up and instinctively startled when he saw Zhuo Baiyun approaching.
