"Falling" into Mo Hua's hands, Yu Er was following this kind passerby brother, step by step towards Qingzhou City.
The sky had darkened, and the surroundings were desolate.
The night shrouded the mountains and forests.
But after a while, the noise picked up again, as if there were always cultivators crisscrossing in the shadows.
Mo Hua could sense the traces of these people with his Divine Sense, clear and distinct, but since he did not know the identities or origins of these cultivators, he did not reveal any reaction.
These cultivators were leaving, and the closer they got to Qingzhou City, the quieter it became.
Approaching midnight, they were still twenty miles from Qingzhou City.
