A flash of spiritual light shimmered across the Demon-Suppressing Tower. Liu Shen, Liu Cheng, and Liu Yan were still unconscious. Lu Xiaotian flicked a finger, sending a stream of immortal essence that split into three and entered their bodies.
A moment later, the three awoke, their eyes clouded with confusion.
"Where are we?" Liu Yan rubbed her eyes and looked around in bewilderment. Then surprise spread across her face. "Th-this is the Illusory Mist Marsh! We made it out?"
Liu Cheng and Liu Shen had already gathered their wits. They looked at the silver-haired True Immortal beside them, disbelief still written across their faces. They had assumed that even with Lu Xiaotian leading them back, the journey would be anything but easy. They would surely face numerous hardships and dangers, and might even have to pay a steep price. In truth, even after Lu Xiaotian agreed to take them back, they had remained deeply uneasy.
But who could have imagined that all it would take was a nap? They had fallen asleep, and when they woke, they were already in the Illusory Mist Marsh. The mists here were relatively thin, which meant they had clearly reached the marsh's outskirts. They had gone from a place where death was all but certain to escaping with their lives. The sharp contrast made them all the more overjoyed.
"We made it out. We escaped!"
"No—we were brought out by Senior. Without his help, we would've been dead ten times over." Liu Shen bowed deeply to Lu Xiaotian.
"Which division of the Turtle-Spirit Immortal Army do you belong to? I'll escort you back." Lu Xiaotian nodded, accepting his salute.
"The Turtle-Spirit Immortal Army has fought the Howling Moon Wolf Clan several times, so things must have changed. I serve under the Vermilion Immortal Bureau.