Lu Ping's reminder voice clearly penetrated Zhang Nianchuan's mind.
"Thank you, Ancestor, for the reminder."
Zhang Nianchuan was initially stunned upon hearing this, but quickly regained his composure and responded.
He had indeed forgotten about this.
The principle of cutting weeds and eliminating the roots was something Zhang Nianchuan understood well.
Zhang Nianchuan maneuvered the Cyan Bamboo Sword to fly through the air, landing in the forest.
The forest appeared very quiet, only some birds and insects made low noises, and within a radius of ten miles, there were no signs of large demon beasts.
Sunlight filtered through the dense branches and leaves of the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was filled with a fresh scent of grass and wood, along with a faint, almost negligible scent of blood.
Zhang Nianchuan found Zhao Zicang's remains and carefully searched his body, quickly securing Zhao Zicang's storage bag.
