Lin Mubai's fall drew little notice.
At this moment, beyond the thousand-li expanse spreading out from Great East Mountain, powerful auras were everywhere. Every instant, fierce fluctuations of magical power erupted or vanished.
In the skies north of Great East Mountain, two more sword lights suddenly appeared, one red and one yellow. Two youths in green rode those sword lights as they shot over like lightning. The youth on the red sword light looked somewhat thin, his green robe seeming slightly oversized. The youth on the yellow sword light, meanwhile, had an exceptionally handsome face and an innate coldness to his expression. Though he wore only an ordinary green robe, he gave off an indescribably valiant air.
"Someone's coming. These two do not seem particularly formidable in their flying sword cultivation."
In the air facing those two sword lights, a group stood side by side. The moment the sword lights entered their sight, a tall man in a pitch-black cloak, carrying two short golden rods, spoke in a hoarse yet deep voice.
"Whoever is coming from that direction, even Tang Qingxiang and Dharma King Jing Jue could not stop them."
A horse-faced old Daoist in a silver-white robe did not answer the tall cloaked man beside him. Instead, he gazed into the distant sky and said this. In that patch of sky he watched, Cai Shu's Demon King Lotus Platform carved a long black streak through the heavens as it flew toward Great East Mountain. The old Daoist had long, narrow eyes, a white jade hairpin in his hair, and eyebrows joined into a single line, giving him a most peculiar appearance. Yet in his hand, he held a fist-sized pale-yellow pearl, within which watery blue patterns drifted up and down.
"What did it matter whether they could break into