After the Nascent Soul Cultivators either fled in succession or fell, the cultivator team formed by Triple-Colored Phoenix Nest also gradually dispersed.
Fleeing the moment the situation turned bad was the mark of a mature, qualified cultivator.
Cultivator battles were mostly fought in midair, but most of the surrounding peaks had been caught in the crossfire, pitted and scarred like a hairstyle gnawed out by rats.
Thousand Peaks Assembly had suffered the worst. What had once been a somewhat bustling market had now become a field of ruins. No, it should be called a bald mountain where not a blade of grass grew.
As for the people hiding there, they were basically nowhere to be found! Only after Su Hao and Fairy Feng Ling had fled for half a day did they stop in a valley.
Fairy Feng Ling stood gloomily beside a stream, staring blankly at the flowing water.
After a while, Su Hao prompted, "Master, how were situations like this handled before? Are we still doing our mission?"
Fairy Feng Ling came back to herself and shook her head. "I don't know."
Then she sighed. "I wonder how the other fellow disciples are doing now, whether they managed to escape safely..."
As Fairy Feng Ling recalled the scene of a group of cultivators besieging her Immortal Sect's stronghold, her chest tightened with stifled frustration, yet there was nothing she could do.
Su Hao, however, could not feel Fairy Feng Ling's helplessness at all. He merely rubbed his chin and said, "Then how am I supposed to earn Merit Points? I still haven't exchanged for a Golden Core Realm cultivation method. I can't exactly go back and rob them, can I? That doesn't feel right."
Su Hao had only come out because he wanted to quietly do some research