Outside Mending Heaven Peak, Cloud Sea of Heaven-Reaching.
At first glance, the sky was dark and empty. In truth, the Foundation Establishment Realm was already packed with people, with seven or eight True Persons lying in wait before and behind.
"Oh? You came too?"
"Just here to join the fun."
"Same here, same here."
Several True Persons of the Sacred Sect stood together, chatting merrily. Warm smiles hung on every face, as though they were truly close martial brothers.
"How long has Wu Cang been inside?"
"About the time it takes to burn an incense stick. Mid-stage against early-stage—nothing unexpected should happen. The formations have all been set up too. The moment he comes out, we'll club him over the head!"
"This time, he's truly offended Yuantu to the death."
"Once Wu Cang snatches the item and comes out, we'll snatch back the True Lord's handwritten text. We can sneak a few glances at it in the meantime, then dump all the Karma onto Wu Cang."
"If you ask me, Wu Cang is far inferior to Yuantu. Though both joined a master with their own arts in hand, Yuantu has clearly grasped the true marrow of our Sacred Sect. Wu Cang, on the other hand, can never shake off that independent cultivator nature of his. Wicked but not crafty—this is all he'll ever amount to. His hard days still stretch long ahead."
The Sacred Sect True Persons spoke freely and calmly.
Clearly, Wu Cang believed his actions were secret, but how could they possibly escape the eyes of those who cared to watch? Everyone merely happened to need a shield.
But just then—
Boom!
At the tremendous crash, the True Persons in the Foundation Establishment Realm all looked up. Mending Heaven Peak trembled faintly, and a magnificent illusion of colors