Chen Fei stood still in place, which, in normal circumstances, would make anyone curious enough to approach and investigate if the evil bride had been killed by other cultivators of Aperture Tempering realms.
However, Chen Fei remained unmoved. He was indeed curious, but he felt that something was amiss. Most notably, if the evil bride had been slain, what was the deal with the grassy hut still standing there?
Anything tainted by the strange was never simple.
After a moment's contemplation, Chen Fei's figure leaped into action. He traced an arc, bypassing the hill, and continued toward the direction of Immortal Cloud City. In the blink of an eye, Chen Fei had vanished.
The night breeze rustled the tree branches, and the moon, previously obscured by clouds, finally revealed itself. Its white light bathed the seemingly tranquil grassy hut on the hill, causing it to sway slightly. The hut's door cracked open, revealing a narrow slit.
