As the sky gradually brightened.
The people in the Mountain God Temple felt both relieved and joyful at this moment. They had managed to survive a very dangerous night. Without Li Yi's presence, Old Liu believed that most of them would have mysteriously disappeared, just like those before, perishing in this wilderness.
After the previous night's incident, everyone treated Li Yi with special respect, considering him a high master of spells. With him around, the ghosts and spirit monsters in the mountains wouldn't dare to come close.
"Daoist, it's dawn. Shouldn't we continue on our journey? If we're late, I'm afraid we won't make it past the three passes ahead, and we'd have to spend another night in the wilderness. While your abilities are naturally nothing to worry about, we commoners dare not take such risks."
Once everything was tidied up, Old Liu respectfully approached Li Yi to inquire.
