The direction mentioned by the ghost-faced man was not complicated.
It was merely a certain mountain cave to the south, a few miles away.
Xie Lian felt confident; ordinary people could not match his speed now.
He believed he would arrive faster than San Lang's subordinates.
Sure enough, an hour later, he burst into that place, charging into the mountain with a flurry of destruction, making the mountain spirits and night haunts cry out in panic.
Finally, he found the cave he was looking for.
Although the monster appeared formidable with three or four hundred minions guarding the entrance, to Xie Lian, they were no different than three or four stragglers.
Initially, he was cautious, worrying about the strength of the enemy, but after patiently listening to the minions’ idle chatter near the cave, he learned that the monster had recently been having a tough time.
“... Yes, yes! The mountain lord barely escaped from a stinky Taoist, nearly scaring him to death. He returned all injured and immediately abandoned his original lair to flee here.”
“Now I see! I wondered why everyone had to be summoned away so suddenly! Turns out it’s fear of the Taoist seeking revenge!”
“No need to fear! That Taoist was chewed on by the mountain lord a few times, so even if he wakes up now, he surely won’t find his bearings!”