SQUEAK SQUEAK...
On a ruined battlefield, Lu Tianchen lightly patted the Beast Hide Bag at his waist, and a golden-furred mouse crawled out.
The mouse's eyes were sharp, radiating a kind of Spirituality. Squeaking, it leaped down from Lu Tianchen's body and scurried across the battlefield, its nose twitching. It then stood on its hind legs and chittered wildly in a specific direction.
Lu Tianchen knew it was pointing in the direction the murderer of Liu Qingyuan had fled.
Lu Tianchen looked and immediately felt a headache coming on. Wasn't that direction... the way to the Purple Sun Sect, the very direction they had come from? 'Could it really be someone from the Purple Sun Sect who killed Liu Qingyuan?'
"Let's go!"
His Gang Yuan wrapped around Liu Qingyuan's corpse as he and Zhang Hanzhou leaped onto the giant eagle's back. The eagle flapped its wings, and its massive body shot into the sky.
