At the entrance to the cultivation cave, green light flickered, and Lin Xuan's figure abruptly emerged within the radiant haze.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle!"
The three were overjoyed and hurried over, bending their knees in salute.
"During my seclusion this time, a small accident occurred, so I was delayed by a few more days. Have you three grown impatient from waiting?" Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the three of them, and he spoke with a hint of apology.
"No, no, Martial Uncle, what are you saying? It was only a few extra days. For cultivators like us, it is not worth mentioning." The middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hands, his face full of ingratiating smiles.
"Exactly. As juniors, what does waiting a few more days for Martial Uncle amount to?"
"That's right. Martial Uncle, you are truly far too courteous. We were not anxious at all."
The Palace-Robed Woman and that fat Ancient Demon also hurriedly chimed in, as though their previous worry and impatience had merely been illusions.
"Very well. There is no time to lose. I will go with you now to take back your main altar. We can set out." Lin Xuan made no extra response to the three's fawning expressions and spoke directly, with exceptional decisiveness.
"We respectfully obey Martial Uncle's orders!"
The three demons naturally had not the slightest objection. Excitement on their faces, they bowed to Lin Xuan once more.
"Mm. From here to the main altar, the road is somewhat distant. Has a Teleportation Array been set up in any nearby Demon City?"
"Yes. One day's journey from here, there is a Snow Crow City. The Teleportation Array there can lead to the vicinity of our sect's main altar." The three demons had long since learned the surrounding terrain clearly, and the Palace-Robed