"What was going on? Why was there no one here?" An hour later, Qian Dali spoke in a startled, doubtful tone as he looked at the devastation before him, a complete mess left behind after a great battle.
Several spirit birds and the corpses of Flying Cavalry tribesmen lay scattered across the ground, along with a bloodstained green dress. Lu Xiaotian's pupils contracted. He was extremely familiar with the aura on that green dress. Luo Qing had undoubtedly been injured. Judging from the fluctuating spiritual power still lingering in the air, the Flying Cavalry Tribe appeared to have experts among them as well.
"Looks like that outstanding disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, Luo Qing, fought a battle with the Flying Cavalry Tribe." Xun Xiu sniffed the air, then quickly revealed a smile. "That's right. Luo Qing of the Ancient Sword Sect should be injured. We need to hurry and get there before the Flying Cavalry Tribe kills her. If we arrive too late, there will be nothing left for us."
"I'm afraid you won't have that chance." A calm voice rang out. A man in blue robes and a cloak stepped lightly from the dense bushes.
"Y-you're Lu Xiaotian!" Although Lu Xiaotian wore a cloak, the two of them hated him far more than ordinarily. Qian Dali's hatred came from his decades-long entanglement with Lu Xiaotian. Xun Xiu, on the other hand, had not originally shared an irreconcilable hatred with Lu Xiaotian. But after cultivating the strange technique on that black scale, his temperament had changed drastically. He had become exceedingly petty, wishing to kill anyone who had offended him. Not to mention that Lu Xiaotian had humiliated him several times.
The two were exceedingly familiar with Lu Xiaotian. Although eight years had flashed by since Lu Xiaotian had