Jingzhou, northern part.
At a distance of a hundred thousand li from the border between the Zhou and Chu states.
Tall jungles, where the constant sounds of insects and birds chirping could be heard, dried branches, and fallen leaves covered the ground.
There was a rather open area.
Underground, a kilometer away.
An underground space the size of a courtyard had been excavated.
Densely packed runes were carved on the surrounding rock walls, continuously flickering with light, illuminating the space brightly.
A slender figure sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the sky-blue fruit in his palm.
Smelling the rich fragrance that kept wafting over, his mind became more and more active.
He sighed lightly.
He placed the sky-blue fruit into a jade box, then solemnly put the jade box into his storage space.
Now was not the time to consume it.
Four days had passed since the slaughter at Bone Mountain, during which time he had been dodging everywhere, erasing his own traces.
