Before Suo Quan could say anything else, two auras swiftly flew toward us. They arrived so fast it felt as though they had appeared in an instant. Even no one in Heaven's Unity Dao could intercept them, while the Divine Tower's grand formation had originally been designed to defend against tribulations. For a True Immortal who had surpassed the eighth tribulation, it was practically useless.
So it was not only me—even He Suoneng's face had turned deathly pale. Only Suo Quan remained somewhat composed. After all, judging from their direction, those two could definitely not be eighth-tribulation True Immortals from Golden Immortal Dao!
"Fellow Daoist Suo Quan? You really are here. What about Fellow Daoist Zhang Yang?" A middle-aged woman quickly landed. When she saw the toad sitting in the square with its cheeks puffed out, along with all the disciples and sect members displaying every shade of complicated emotion, she was somewhat dumbfounded.
Another eighth-tribulation True Immortal landed as well. He was a middle-aged Daoist, nearly the same age as the woman, and was actually wearing the Daoist robes of the same sect. The two had probably grown accustomed to grand scenes. Even after seeing the bizarre desolate beast—the great toad—sitting there, they showed no fear, only astonishment.
"Where's Zhang Yang?" the middle-aged Daoist asked casually.
Suo Quan was stunned for quite some time before pointing at the belly of the Great Toad Immortal, who had just licked the corner of its mouth. With a mournful expression, he said, "He went into the toad's belly."
"What? What did you say?" The middle-aged woman was startled. Even the middle-aged Daoist was shocked, his eyes wide and his expression strange.
"So it's Fellow Daoist Wei Guangyu and Fellow Daoist Chen Weishu. I never expected to see the two of you again