"Enough. You need not see me off. The great battle has only just ended, and there are still many matters that need handling. Besides, I am only dealing with a mere few hundred thousand lower Ancient Demons. Lin will be back very soon," Lin Xuan said with a smile.
When those words fell on the ears of the others, they could not help but draw in a breath of cold air. A mere few hundred thousand Ancient Demons—such a tone was so grand they did not know what to say. Yet after witnessing Lin Xuan's divine abilities, they knew this was no empty boast. The senior before them truly did possess such strength.
"We respectfully obey Young Master's instructions. Then we servant girls shall remain here and wish Young Master victory as soon as the flags are unfurled."
With Lu Ying'er at their head, all four women bowed gracefully. As for the other cultivators, how would they dare remain standing? One by one, they all knelt down.
"Mm."
Lin Xuan nodded. Then he stretched out his hand and patted the back of his head. A flash of spiritual light shone above him, and an infant black as ink immediately appeared before everyone's eyes.
It was no more than an inch tall, yet its features and brows were exactly the same as Lin Xuan's. Needless to say, this was naturally the Second Nascent Soul he had cultivated.
Little Fellow's strength could not compare with that of the main Nascent Soul, but it had also reached the late Lihe stage.
Since Lin Xuan had said he would save both sects, naturally he could only have the Second Nascent Soul take action. Otherwise, if he first saved Horizon Sea Pavilion and then rushed to Pine Wind Academy, with countless mountains and rivers barring