Huo Yuanqiu's face was ashen at that moment. Having just escaped alive from the tomb realm and intending to return to the Bottle Spirit Sect, he had been silently cursing his rotten luck on this journey when he unexpectedly saw Wu Ying and the others emerge from the lake.
At the sight of Wu Ying, the gloom on Huo Yuanqiu's face instantly turned to delight.
After a moment's thought, he forced out a smile that was three parts smile and seven parts not, then exchanged pleasantries. "Little Friend Wu, who would have thought we'd meet again so soon after parting at the Bottle Spirit Sect?"
Hearing this, Wu Ying exchanged a glance with Lu Feng and immediately understood why Huo Yuanqiu was making such pleasantries. He likely still did not know that they had long since learned of the Bottle Spirit Sect's internal struggle for power, and was trying to draw close in order to probe into the tomb realm.
With that exchange of gazes, they instantly reached an agreement.
Wu Ying replied brightly, "Second Head Huo, what a coincidence. What brought you here as well?"
As Huo Yuanqiu watched the group arrive at the shore one after another, he also recognized Lu Feng on Shao Yang's back. Noticing the abnormality in Lu Feng's legs, he could not help but sneer inwardly.
He countered, "And what brought Little Friend Wu and the Azure Mountain Sect Master here?"
Lu Feng answered calmly, "A few days ago, I sensed my disciples' cry for help. Fortunately, I arrived in time and rescued them from that perilous ancient tomb before they suffered any casualties."
Huo Yuanqiu asked, "Did you happen to see any disciples from my Bottle Spirit Sect? In such a life-and-death predicament, one can never fathom the human heart. Did those little