In this environment, even the Glazed Sword Sect's people could not have kept flying without the Chaos Demonic Star Vine's help. If they had to travel on the ground, their speed would drop drastically, and there was no telling when they would reach the depths of the Red Soil Wasteland.
Saint Ziwei's group was not particularly strong, but there were more than three hundred of them, and every one of them had reached the Saint Realm.
In the current environment, cultivating a Saint was incredibly easy. But if the Glazed Sword Sect's people did not help them, they would struggle to retrace their route on their own.
After all, Saint Ziwei's group had only made it this far by following behind the Glazed Sword Sect.
The Fire Glazed Saint thought for a moment, then said to Fang Chen, "Fang Chen, bring them along too!"
"All right!"
Fang Chen nodded at once. He was a warmhearted man, and Saint Ziwei's group had no quarrel with the Glazed Sword Sect. They had behaved themselves throughout the journey and caused the sect no trouble. Now that the Fire Glazed Saint had spoken, Fang Chen had no objection. To the Demon Star Vine, carrying dozens of people or hundreds made almost no difference.
Fang Chen also knew that although Saint Ziwei's group was weak compared to him and the Fire Glazed Saint, their collective strength would be nothing to scoff at once they returned to the Barbaric Continent. Each was among the best of their respective factions, with forces of their own behind them.
Fang Chen had watched them throughout the journey. They were disciplined people. Even when they had seen the vast trove of treasures on the fertile plain, they had held back and waited until the Glazed Sword Sect took the lion's