Chu Yi cracked a smile, his heart filled with joy, finally having found some protection.
"I could not ask for more," he said.
The two continued their journey towards Blood Wrought Mountain. Chu Yi knew that Yan Nan, the Blind, surely wanted to use him, but what Yan Nan didn't know was Chu Yi's true purpose.
They quickly left the devastated area behind them. From time to time, other cultivators would pass by overhead, but none disturbed them.
Yan Nan didn't say much. After all, in his eyes, Chu Yi was just a green boy, albeit one with a hint of mysterious power about him.
But all this was within Chu Yi's expectations, whilst Yan Nan gradually came to believe more and more that the boy before him was the one mentioned in the rumors.
Though he was completely blind, the formidable air Chu Yi had earlier still lingered, and he had followed the faint ripples of spiritual power here.
"Boy, how long have you been cultivating?" Yan Nan asked.
