Lu Yin carried White Knight and traveled for half a day before finally finding a good hiding spot, which was a crack that lay between two mountains. There was a stream running down the middle.

He then tossed White Knight to the ground and sat down himself. 

The trip to the Daosource Sect this time had been truly dangerous. Lu Yin had run into Shang Rong, Blood Looney, White Knight, and even Nightking Zhenwu. If he had been the tiniest bit less cautious, he would have lost his life, and his luck could be considered pretty good since he had survived thus far. 

There were still a few more days before his futon dimmed, and he would be able to return to the Fifth Mainland after quietly passing through these next few days. But what about when he next came to this place? He could not give up on that battle technique in the cauldron, as he clearly had a method that would help him comprehend it, though he had not yet succeeded. This feeling was torturous for Lu Yin, as he urgently needed more powerful battle techniques, but this place had long since become the most dangerous battlefield. 

He glanced at White Knight, as even one of the Ten Arbiters had ended up in such a miserable state, let alone someone like Lu Yin. 

He wondered how Wendy Yushan was doing at this time, and he hoped that she was fine. At this moment, he somewhat regretted passing the second futon to Wendy Yushan. 

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