Within a forest, Xue Lan and the other two were heading toward the Tagor Desert at a fairly quick pace.
"Going by our current pace, we should reach the Tagor Desert tomorrow. I'm just worried something unexpected might happen."
Xue Lan said.
"Don't worry. With Elder Hai here, nothing unexpected will happen."
Xiao Yi Xian said with a smile.
Haibodong, following behind them, still wore that aloof expression. If Xiao Cheng had seen him, he definitely would have mocked him.
This guy is hopeless. What's he acting so proud for?
Still, that was simply his nature. It was not really his fault that he came across as somewhat pretentious.
But just then, a black shadow suddenly flashed past them.
Haibodong's gaze hardened as he shouted coldly.
"Who is it?!"
As he shouted, countless tiny ice crystals emerged in the surrounding air, while the Dou Qi emanating from him frost-covered the ground.
Yet there was no movement around them, giving all three of them an uneasy feeling.
Haibodong swept his gaze across the surroundings and warned the two women.
"Be careful. Something is very wrong here."
Not far from the three of them, a mass of black mist appeared. Amid a sinister cackle, Wu Ying's familiar voice rang out.
"Finally, I can put my plan into action. Heh heh, my puppets, attack! Capture them alive!"
Immediately, more than twenty black-robed figures charged toward the three of them.
Through their black robes, they could vaguely make out the pattern of a sleeve sword embroidered amid clouds. They were clearly disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect.
These Misty Cloud Sect disciples were the assistance Yun Shan had provided Wu Ying, and all of them were outer disciples with extremely poor talent.
Naturally, the missing disciples Yun Yun had wanted investigated were these puppets