Jin Zijin rapidly darted through the woods, gripping a sachet in his hand identical to the one given to Gu Youyou. The sachet trembled violently, signaling to him that he was getting ever closer to that place.
However, it was this very place he had visited countless times over the year, turning over every stone without finding what he was searching for.
Jin Zijin stopped and stood still, looking down at the sachet in his hand, then taking in the terrain around him.
It was no different from any other part of the mountain, ordinary rocks and trees. Had he not been certain that she was here, he probably wouldn't have lingered at all.
He chuckled wryly, "The dubious tombs set by the hermit Xuanzong, how could they be so easily found?"
At the foot of the mountain, a tree shook violently, startling the birds perched above and catching Jin Zijin's attention.
His gaze darkened as he raced toward that direction!
