After leaving, Lin Wu headed straight in the direction from which she had come, quickly finding the familiar path.
She took another fork in the road and walked quite slowly, carefully checking for any hidden doors or tunnels.
The illusions Mou Chuan had set up were indeed lifted, and the scenery that met her eyes was entirely different. Even without using her spiritual vision to discern the path, Lin Wu would no longer wander around aimlessly stuck in one area. Her progress was smooth.
However, two hours later, Lin Wu finally stopped, falling into silence.
While searching, she had used a compass to note down all the routes; now, every detail of the area was in her mind. She was certain she had traversed every place here, even double-checking some of them.
—Mou Chuan was right.
This place was merely a secluded spot suitable for closed-door cultivation.
So she really had just stumbled into here by accident. She had indeed been searching in the wrong place.
