The mana aura left behind by Luo Qing's battle with the Flying Cavalry Tribe was unmistakable. Lu Xiaotian didn't even need to search for it; he could simply follow the distinct fluctuations. His Greenwind Sail hurtled forward through the air at tremendous speed.
Far ahead, a group of Flying Cavalry tribesmen was also hurrying onward. They didn't seem to have noticed him. Lu Xiaotian's expression changed. Judging by their direction, could they be heading for Luo Qing too? These Flying Cavalry tribesmen were old acquaintances of his—they were cultivators from the Kua Tribe. He just didn't know whether any of the people who had once tried to kill him were among them.
A chill touched Lu Xiaotian's face, but he didn't slow down. Whatever happened, he would meet up with Luo Qing first. She had been going toe-to-toe with the Flying Cavalry Tribe to avenge him; how could he stand by and let her be surrounded? Even if she was trapped, it didn't matter. He would simply fight his way out with her. He had once carved a path through the enemy with Dongfang Yi, who had been gravely wounded. Now he was stronger than ever—why couldn't he do it again?
As Lu Xiaotian made his way forward, a terrifying surge of mana suddenly swept over him. No—it was two completely different mana auras. Golden Core cultivators! Lu Xiaotian's heart lurched. Golden Core cultivators were fighting.
He hurriedly descended to the ground and suppressed his aura as much as he could, doing his best to make sure neither side noticed him. He still didn't know which side's Golden Core cultivator had the upper hand. If the foreign Golden Core cultivator was stronger, they probably wouldn't hesitate to spare a hand and kill him.
Anxious, Lu Xiaotian couldn't afford to wait.