"Junior Sister Luo, has Brother Lu sent you a voice transmission?" After the hooked-nosed man and Tu Fang's group retreated like frightened birds, Tao Feng's heart stirred. He quietly asked Luo Qing, who had withdrawn to the side to treat her injuries.
"No."
Luo Qing shook her head without looking around. In fact, she also believed that Lu Xiaotian had secretly intervened to help her. Among the people she knew, aside from Golden Core cultivators, no other Foundation Establishment cultivator could possess such elusive methods. Except for Lu Xiaotian, who remained as much a mystery to her as ever. However, after wandering the cultivation world for so long, Luo Qing's experience had long since carried her far beyond the ordinary young girl she had once been. Since Lu Xiaotian had not appeared, he naturally had his reasons for staying hidden.
"With Brother Lu's strength, he far surpasses you and me. He shouldn't have perished for no reason." Tao Feng frowned. He and Zong Sheng had just asked the surrounding cultivators about it. Among the several groups that had emerged, only their groups were present in full, aside from the young man who had easily shot a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator to death and then fled into the distance. Yet subconsciously, neither Tao Feng nor Zong Sheng believed that Lu Xiaotian could have killed a late-stage cultivator with a single arrow. That had already exceeded their understanding.
"He might still be inside the Cultivation Arts Hall," Zong Sheng said. Clearly, he had much the same thoughts as Tao Feng.
As they spoke, the Cultivation Arts Hall suddenly trembled. To everyone's surprise, however, it did not collapse outright. Golden light flowed throughout the entire hall. Three figures simultaneously vomited blood and flew out of the Cultivation Arts Hall. Three blackened tokens