One might have thought, "Ha, stupid Xie Qing. He managed to get lost even though no one was chasing him."
But the problem was…
"I definitely followed a clear route!" Xie Qing thought, his eyes gleaming as he scanned his surroundings with his spiritual sense. "Strange. I don't sense any illusion formations. Could I have really been careless?"
He pulled out a map that looked tattered and worn. The rough markings on it resembled scribbles more than an actual map. However, every line and path on it was made at the cost of the blood and sweat of many cultivators.
Despite this, the map was only a rough sketch of a certain part of the forest, and there was no accurate information beyond its borders. Studying this place was expensive, and few enthusiasts were willing to take on the task. Those who did… well, candles had long been lit in their honor.
