The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and so, after eighty-one days.
In the faint morning light, Quan Xiaobai set out on the road to the Land of Extreme Yin.
This Land of Extreme Yin was barren, said to be devoid of even a blade of grass. A small river flowed not far away, but it ran straight, with no living creatures within its waters.
Nearby was a small hill. As it was on the shadowed side, it was shrouded in dark gloom.
In the study of feng shui, this was a land considered undesirable, where even birds wouldn't defecate.
Yet, in the eyes of the Lower Mao Sect, this was a rare feng shui treasure!
Arriving at the Land of Extreme Yin, Quan Xiaobai stood still, doing nothing but calmly watching, waiting for time to reach its end.
At the break of dawn, when the purple energy of the world flashed by, Quan Xiaobai swiftly dug up the old woman.
