Lu Xiaotian quickly reconsidered. That assumption was impossible. After the battle between the Great Emperor of the Qinling and the Sea Soul Palace, and the Thousand Tribulations Punishment Lord's immortal tribulation avatar, the Heavenly Court had likely already set its sights on him.
The other party already had plenty to deal with. He might not have the time or energy to concern himself with Lu Xiaotian.
"Qinghe, why hasn't that Eastern Alchemy Saint arrived yet? Could something have happened to him?"
The entire area was a stretch of broken walls and ruins. From time to time, a twisted shadow drifted down through the void, adding a few more layers of eerie menace to a place that was already oppressively dark.
In an ancient castle amid the ruins, the glow of ghostly green light stretched several figures' shadows long across the ground. One of them was a burly man, his thick forearms exposed, veins bulging beneath the skin. His lion-like eyes were now filled with anxious impatience.
"Could the people working for Emperor Niao the Demonic Roc have already captured him?" Another figure, a woman whose body was like red jade and shone with its lustrous radiance, also looked worried.
"We should have gone back to the Forgotten Soul Ruins with the Eastern Alchemy Saint back then." Ning Qinghe wore a rueful expression.
"Exactly. Even if we'd worked with the Eastern Alchemy Saint inside the Forgotten Soul Ruins, word would have reached Emperor Niao the Demonic Roc sooner or later. We were going to offend that fellow sooner or later anyway." Ning Qinghe wore a rueful expression.
"It's too late to talk about that now." The woman, whose body was like red jade, Yan Ping, shook her head, looking just as regretful.
A short while later, a hunched old man with