Valley Encampment

Luo Qingshan followed Zong Zhaohan and the others through the mountain forest.

After traveling more than ten miles, they reached the foot of the mountain. Passing through a long, winding tunnel, they finally emerged into a valley.

The valley was not large, only some ten-odd miles across. High, precipitous cliffs surrounded it on all sides, though the light within the valley was ample.

Amid the sheltering giant trees stood dozens of stone houses, resembling a small tribe.

Swish, swish!

Several more figures darted out, landing before them and taking the alloy cases from Zong Zhaohan. They took Luo Qingshan's as well. The dozen or so people ignored Luo Qingshan and swiftly departed.

In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the settlement, leaving Luo Qingshan puzzled.

Every stone house was occupied. People cultivated within each one; he could see their figures, and nearly all of them were Xiantian Martial Artists.

Luo Qingshan's heart trembled. Just how many people had the various sects been hiding?

"Let's go!"

Zong Zhaohan called to Luo Qingshan and turned to leave. Luo Qingshan hurried after him, and the two entered a stone house.

The stone house was spacious. There were actually electric lamps inside, illuminating the room brightly.

There was not a single piece of furniture within, only more than a dozen meditation cushions lined against the walls. At present, only two people sat cross-legged on cushions, cultivating.

Luo Qingshan's gaze fell upon the two men, and his eyes immediately flickered with surprise.

One was a gaunt old Daoist, while the other was a valiant-looking middle-aged man.

"Star Plucker Wuya Zi!"

"Mysterious Sky Sword Saint Lou Feiyun!"

Naturally, Luo Qingshan recognized them. Back in the day, they had been figures of towering renown throughout the Galactic Alliance.

They had not shown themselves for decades,