"Are you saying we should ignore them and flee on our own?" Qin Yan's face showed surprise.
"Why put it so unpleasantly, Senior Sister? It hardly counts as fleeing. You and I have no ties with Xueming Sect. There's simply no need for us to wade into these muddy waters," Lin Xuan said faintly, his brows lifting.
"All right."
Qin Yan hesitated for only a moment before nodding in agreement. Though she was not like Lin Xuan, who had experienced so many storms of blood and carnage, Fairy in the Clouds was also an extremely intelligent woman. Her junior brother was right. The two of them and Xueming Sect were merely chance acquaintances, as fleeting as duckweed meeting on the water. To risk themselves for them would be very foolish.
How to choose—Qin Yan naturally understood that perfectly well.
The two exchanged a smile and were just about to leave when a rumbling suddenly came from beneath their feet.
The sound was like ten thousand horses galloping, and also like war drums beaten by ancient giants. Though the two of them were Nascent Soul Realm immortal cultivators, they both felt a wave of dizziness. The surviving disciples of Xueming Sect fared even worse. Those in the Core Condensation Realm were still all right, barely managing to steady themselves, but those in the Foundation Establishment Realm completely lost control of their magic power and fell from midair.
The entire mountaintop was covered with those fang-like spikes, and with this, several dozen more cultivators died.
The expressions of Xueming Sect's old monsters were simply terrifying to the extreme; they were already close to the edge of going berserk.
Lin Xuan's expression, however, grew even more grave. He suddenly grabbed Qin Yan's small hand beside him. "Go!"
At the same time, deep