...The place where Qin Fengming and the other man had secluded themselves was only a little over a thousand miles from the exit. With the Soaring Talisman propelling them rapidly forward, however, it would not take them long to get there.
Along the way, Qin Fengming and Poison Dragon Ascendant encountered quite a few other cultivators hurrying along.
At this point, when cultivators encountered one another, even those from the great sects generally would not start fighting. The closer they got to the exit, the more cultivators they would encounter. Even if two people began fighting, cultivators familiar with one of them might well pass by. When that happened, others would inevitably join in.
It would be no different from a snowball rolling downhill. In the end, more and more cultivators would join the fray, and it might ultimately develop into a full-scale sect-wide melee.
As old monsters who had lived for several hundred years, none of them would commit such a foolish act.
When Qin Fengming and Poison Dragon Ascendant arrived at the exit of the Sky Flame Mountain Range, more than ten thousand cultivators had already gathered there. These cultivators had clustered together in groups of three or five rather than dividing themselves by sect, making the scene extremely chaotic.
Qin Fengming glanced over the scene and understood that the cultivators gathered together were very likely people who had known one another well after struggling through the Sky Flame Mountain Range together for nearly ten years.
Those who had endured life-and-death trials together were far closer to one another than fellow sect members.
The two men stopped atop a huge, unoccupied boulder. Qin Fengming swept his gaze over the nearby cultivators and saw that some wore gloomy expressions, while others had joy written across their faces.
For those