Ambush, Fierce Battle

Seeing that Song Qingming was somewhat anxious to leave, Li Xuan echoed him. "Fellow Daoists, the secret art and spiritual items have already been handed over to you. If there are no other issues, let us leave this place sooner rather than later!

"I just took a look. It will take at least a hundred years before another bottle of Flame Spirit Water can form here. There is nothing more for us to gain by staying."

"Mm! Since Fellow Daoist Song is in such a hurry, then let us heed his suggestion and leave first. I was merely asking out of curiosity; I hope Fellow Daoist Li will not take offense." Liang Daosheng smiled and nodded slightly, clasping his hands as he agreed with Li Xuan's proposal.

Cui Ping, who stood nearby, was still gazing lovingly at the bamboo scroll in his hand. The old man had spoken little along the way. Seeing that Song Qingming and the other two had all agreed to leave first, he immediately smiled and voiced his agreement.

After speaking, the four of them swiftly left the stone cave and emerged outside the waterfall.

Just as they concealed themselves once more and prepared to fly away in the direction they had come from, Song Qingming, who was in the middle of the group, suddenly sensed something slightly amiss with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth ahead. He hurriedly shouted at Liang Daosheng, who had already flown more than a dozen zhang ahead.

"Fellow Daoists, wait!"

"Fellow Daoist Song! Is there something else?"

Seeing Song Qingming, who had just been so eager to leave, suddenly stop after emerging from the waterfall, Li Xuan, Cui Ping, and Liang Daosheng, who had already moved ahead of him, all showed traces of confusion.

Song Qingming's face had turned