In the gale and snow, Chen Mu took the lead.
With each step covering seven or eight meters, he charged down Twin Peaks Mountain at top speed.
As he passed the entrance to a training ground cave, Chen Mu glanced inside from the corner of his eye.
He suddenly saw seven or eight Lower Academy Disciples in various short outfits standing beside the entrance.
Their eyes were all rolled white, and they stared at him with expressionless faces.
Chen Mu felt his hair practically standing on end.
He activated Divine Travel Thousand Miles beneath his feet and fled as fast as he could!
The Wushan Six Siblings said nothing. They followed Chen Mu with all their strength, running wildly with their heads down.
On the final level, Chen Mu did not take the mountain path at all. He led the six siblings in jumping straight down from the seven- or eight-meter-high trail like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Bang!
The rolling snow was blasted apart by the force of their landing.
Before it could spread, the seven of them tore through it again, carrying it with them as they drifted straight toward the Scripture Transmission Courtyard.
"Scripture Dean!" The moment he rushed into the Scripture Cave, Chen Mu raised his voice and shouted.
But the aloof figure who usually sat behind the counter was nowhere to be seen.
The entire Scripture Cave was silent. Only Chen Mu's voice echoed off the cave walls and faintly returned to his ears.
"I'll go in and look!" Ai Ji lifted his foot, intending to head inside.
But Chen Mu grabbed him.
A Black Moon Blade suddenly appeared five meters ahead.
Bang!
A clump of snow abruptly exploded.
Wuwa...
Accompanied by a shrill scream, the burst of snowflakes slowly dissipated in midair