Song Yan sighed and continued walking.
What he longed for was a peaceful "observation spot".
The fourth pair, coincidentally, had a male cultivator destroying a corpse. Judging by the appearance of the corpse, it seemed to be his Dao companion. The male cultivator was murmuring while destroying the corpse, "I have repaid your father's kindness. Your father once gave me a bowl of spirit rice porridge that saved my life. Now, I have returned countless bowls to you. Your father spent thirty years saving me, and now I've been with you for forty years. I've repaid enough. With the debt settled, I won't hold back anymore. Hand over the treasures on you early, and I won't kill you. Blame yourself, now die."
Song Yan didn't know what to say.
Yet he realized he had gone astray: even longstanding Dao companions aren't reliable.
He continued walking.
Here, cultivators who could afford powerful isolation arrays were beyond eavesdropping, while those without money faced various troubles.
