Tianque Pavilion

At dusk, more than two hundred kilometers north of the blood pool, within a lush mountain forest.

Inside a hidden cave, a beautiful young girl in a gorgeous golden gown and a golden veil stood quietly at the cave entrance, watching the forest outside.

From time to time, Jinque'er looked back cautiously at the Coir Raincoat Youth. He had not moved at all, having meditated there for several hours already.

A little over ten kilometers away lay the valley where Tianque Pavilion stood.

As Tianque Pavilion's former pavilion master, Jinque'er dearly wished to reclaim everything that was hers and reunite with her siblings. Yet...

The helper she had gone to great lengths to invite had insisted on stopping here.

Jinque'er had no right to refuse, much less dare to urge him.

It was not that Lu Ran was putting on airs. His brain was buzzing, severely affecting his combat condition.

Against the remaining eleven Jingting remnants, Lu Ran intended to cast one net and catch them all. Naturally, he could not afford the slightest carelessness.

"Phew."

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Ran slowly exhaled.

Jinque'er immediately turned to look at him, her beautiful wide eyes fixed timidly upon Lu Ran.

Lu Ran rolled his neck. The Blood Skull Evil Sculpture had finally stopped vibrating, freeing him completely.

Sea Realm—Fourth Stage!

That was enough.

"How many people are in your Tianque Pavilion?" Lu Ran asked after enjoying a moment of peace.

"We have fifty-eight Huangque Disciples, along with nearly forty disciples of the Jade Flute, Immortal Pipa, and Yaoqin sects," Jinque'er hurriedly replied.

"Oh?" Lu Ran was somewhat puzzled.

Other than the Huangque sect's own believers, were all the rest just musicians?

Jinque'er immediately explained, "My sect is not particularly powerful. We lack the ability, and do not dare,