Thus, under Ancestor Yao's tense fear, Lin Heng still carried her back to his own mountain gate.
Along the way, some disciples looked up, yet failed to catch even a shadow.
"Did you hear something just now?"
"Why did it sound like the Sect Leader was crying for help?"
"What are you thinking? Our Sect Leader Yao is invincible beneath heaven—how could there possibly be cries for help!"
"...Let's get back to work!"
Inside the cave dwelling.
Lin Heng tossed the sack onto the ground.
It was still pitch-black inside the sack. Yun Yao tried to circulate her True Yuan, only to sense an exceedingly familiar aura.
She kept struggling. How dare you! Who exactly are you? Yun Yao thrashed about in the sack, kicking wildly as she tried to break free of her restraints.
"Heh heh heh, little beauty, scream all you want. Even if you shout yourself hoarse, no one will come save you."
Yun Yao instantly stopped struggling. Why did that line sound so familiar?
Though her spiritual power was sealed, her cultivation was still there, and her senses remained sharp.
Yun Yao could feel familiar spiritual energy fluctuations permeating the surroundings. There was even a faint lingering scent of peachwood in the air.
Wasn't this the scent inside her own cave dwelling?
What did this mean? Could it be that she had returned to the Yao Mountain Sect?
After sensing carefully, it fucking was.
Yun Yao cursed inside the sack. After all, this place was her home turf. The spirit-drawing Grand Formation had been personally laid by her, using her rift bloodline as the catalyst, and only she could activate it.
She had also personally designed the reception restrictions within a hundred li of Yao Mountain. Outsiders had to enter with her permission, or else