"Hong Xiao left? Heh, her news was certainly well-informed. I wonder which bastard in the inner hall was the mole." He Gui flew into a rage. With a sweep of his sleeve, he transformed into a streak of black smoke and headed beyond the Demonic Palace in an instant.
Bai Ling stared blankly at He Gui's retreating figure. True Person Qing Xuan's image flashed through her mind, yet her heart still clenched with pain.
For some reason, in Bai Ling's subconscious, True Person Qing Xuan was someone who would never die.
But now...
Having escaped the Demonic Palace's many layers of checkpoints, Hong Xiao's group was flying at top speed toward Yin Feng Ravine.
"Bai Lian, just what means does the Spirit Taming Sect Master you spoke of possess to keep us safe? He Gui is a late Nascent Soul cultivator, the number one man beneath Ancestor Chiyue of the demonic path!" Even while fleeing for her life, Hong Xiao did not forget to repeatedly seek confirmation from Gongsun Lian.
Gongsun Lian nodded repeatedly. "Rest assured. The Sect Master inherited the ancestor's true teachings. Her combat strength may not match He Gui's, but protecting a few people is no problem."
Only then did Hong Xiao nod slightly, though her heart remained a tangled mess.
But at this point, staying in the Demonic Palace was a dead end, and escaping it was another dead end. Going against a Nascent Soul cultivator—she would likely be caught by He Gui before even leaving demonic territory, and then death would be unavoidable.
She might as well take a gamble and place her hopes on the Spirit Taming Sect Master.
In Hong Xiao's mind, the image of a steady, composed Nascent Soul stage sect master with countless methods and vast divine abilities had already emerged