"Junior Brother Wang, hand the Xuantian Treasure over to me. You're all in terrible condition and can't protect it. We're fellow disciples, so it makes no difference who takes the Xuantian Treasure out."
Ma Qianqian's voice came from the distant sky. Clearly, she was also afraid of Wang Ruyan's illusion arts and did not dare show herself, choosing instead to follow from afar.
"You remember that we're fellow disciples now? You stood by and watched just now. We barely managed to drive off the enemy, and now you want us to hand over the Xuantian Treasure?"
Wang Changsheng sneered with disdain.
"Things are different now. You'd better hand over the Xuantian Treasure. Junior Sister Wang Ruyan's illusion arts are indeed formidable, but you're both in terrible condition. Don't be stubborn."
Ma Qianqian's voice came from the distant sky.
"If you like, keep following us! You showed us no mercy, so don't blame me for being unjust."
Wang Changsheng sneered and put away the Qilin Turtle and the Formation.
Wang Ruyan collected the treasures scattered across the ground, then left with Wang Changsheng.
A thousand miles away, Ma Qianqian and four other Spirit Transformation Cultivators gathered on a low mound.
Ma Qianqian held a crystal ball glittering with red light, her expression grave.
"Senior Sister Ma, they've left. Should we follow them?"
A frail Green-Shirted Youth asked cautiously.
They had originally planned to sit back and watch the tigers fight, waiting until Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were killed by their enemies before taking action to seize the Xuantian Treasure. They had not expected Wang Ruyan to use musical arts to cast illusion arts that made the enemies turn on one another, throwing their plans into disarray.
Ma Qianqian's brows drew tightly together. At first, she had not taken Wang Ruyan