One hundred and eight. Disappear

The ancient compass in his palm spun wildly, until the needle finally stopped, motionless, pointing towards the high wall on the left.

"The Soul Gathering Array is right next door!"

The old Taoist paced a few steps on the spot and, seeing that the needle was firmly pointing toward the neighboring residence, he declared.

He stowed away the compass, grabbed the Peach Wood Sword with his right hand, and displayed an agility that belied his age as he ran out the door.

Seeing the old Taoist looking as if something terrible had happened, Lu Li at first didn't intend to follow. However, since Song Hu was related to the clues and even the slightest hope was something Lu Li did not want to give up on.

After a brief contemplation, Lu Li followed him.

The old Taoist, who had dashed out onto the street first, reached the iron gate next door and clanged it several times, but finding it locked and unable to be opened, he turned to scale the wall.