Luo Qingshan followed Zong Zhaohan and the others through the mountain woods.
After traveling more than ten miles, they reached the foot of the mountain and passed through a long, winding cave. At last, they emerged into a valley.
The valley was not large, spanning only a dozen or so miles. High, sheer cliffs surrounded it, but plenty of light still reached the valley floor.
Dozens of stone houses stood among the towering trees, making the place look like a tribe.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Several more figures darted out and landed in front of them. They took the alloy cases from Zong Zhaohan, including Luo Qingshan's, then quickly left without paying him any attention.
In the blink of an eye, they had vanished among the stone houses. Luo Qingshan looked puzzled.
Every stone house was occupied, and someone was cultivating inside each one. He could see their silhouettes—and almost all of them were Xiantian Martial Artists.
Luo Qingshan was shaken. Just how many people were the various sects hiding?
"Let's go!"
Zong Zhaohan motioned for Luo Qingshan to follow as he turned to leave. Luo Qingshan hurried after him, and the two entered a stone house.
The house was spacious, and an electric light inside illuminated it brightly.
There wasn't a single piece of furniture in the house, only a dozen or so meditation cushions along the walls. At that moment, two people were seated on them, cultivating.
Luo Qingshan's gaze fell on the two men, and his eyes flickered with surprise.
One was a gaunt old Taoist; the other, a heroic-looking middle-aged man.
"Star Plucker Wu Yazi!"
"Xuantian Sword Saint Lou Feiyun!"
Luo Qingshan recognized them at once. Back in the day, both had been renowned throughout the Galactic Alliance.
They hadn't appeared in decades. Now, they had both hidden