Time passed quickly.
Before one knew it, the winter month had ended, and half of the twelfth lunar month had also gone by. Chinese New Year's Eve was getting closer and closer.
...
On this day, the sky was clear, and everything was bright and beautiful.
However, Shen Nanqi's mood was quite gloomy.
The place where he stood now was to the east of Tangshe Town, probably on the West Mountain. It should also be very close to the abandoned Xiaolin Town.
But he couldn't be sure. He had lost his direction.
Clearly, he could see north, south, east, and west, but after walking in circles a few times, he ended up back here.
Shen Nanqi didn't dare to take any more risks, especially since several of his junior brothers and sisters were seriously injured and unable to move on their own.
He keenly sensed that this was a conspiracy against the disciples of the Daoist school!
