Song Feilan was the leader of the second ambush team.
She had originally planned to wait until the people from the Black Bamboo Sacred Land retreated, then lead her people to the third ambush point.
But wonderful—what news came back was that the enemy was continuing forward.
"Daoist Song, what is the Black Bamboo Sacred Land doing over there? This couldn't be a trick, could it?" a man asked.
"Not necessarily! This enemy of ours may simply be thinking far too much. It doesn't mean they're especially clever. Since they want to keep moving forward, then we can have a little more time and go rendezvous with Daoist Guo!"
"Alliance Leader Lin truly predicts matters like a god. This Venerable One admires him!!" Song Feilan sighed.
She had originally still harbored a knot in her heart, feeling that Lin Heng had only risen through the recommendation of those two from the Murong Family, that he acted perversely and had no rules to speak of.
Now, it seemed she had misjudged him.
Because the Black Bamboo Sacred Land had nine Cloud Boats in total, yet only eight Cloud Boats had arrived here. That meant Ji Taichang's side had already succeeded.
Just then, a figure swiftly flew before her, cupped his hands, and said, "Hall Master, we discovered someone from the Black Bamboo Sacred Land breaking away from the group. It seems they intend to return by the same route."
"Return by the same route? How many people?"
"Only one person!"
"Only one?" Song Feilan froze for a moment.
What sort of trick were they playing? Could they be sending one person back to scout the other side?
Song Feilan's gaze sharpened, and she said gravely, "We absolutely cannot let this person leave so easily. Since there is only one, Daoist Wang,