In less than half a day, Ye Qiuchen and the other two had witnessed the speed of a Transcendent Realm expert. They had traveled tens of thousands of miles.
Luo Yun Kong swept them down to the ground. He was clearly exhausted too, breathing hard.
"Where are we?"
The three looked around at what seemed to be a tribal settlement. Just then, many people came out, including quite a few martial artists they recognized.
"Lou Feiyun!"
"Zong Zhaohan!"
"Senior Wu Yazi!"
"..."
Long Hai and the others were brimming with excitement. Many of these were long-renowned experts. They could hardly believe they were all really here.
"Senior Luo, did everything go smoothly?"
Lou Feiyun and the others came forward.
"We ran into a Transcendent Realm expert. I'm going to rest first. Take them around and get them settled. We'll get the full story once Gu Lianglongyao returns!" Luo Yun Kong instructed them, then vanished in a flash.
Bringing the three of them back had pushed him past his limits. He had flown almost the entire way without resting, and his true essence was severely depleted.
Tianli Sect's reinforcements could arrive at any time. He had to leave as quickly as possible. The sooner he left, the fewer traces he would leave behind.
His guess had been right. Less than half a day after Meng Qing was killed, five streaks of sword light shot out from the temple on the mountaintop and flew toward the direction Meng Qing had been in.
The five streaks of sword light cut across the sky like meteors, stirring ripples in space.
The sight made many martial artists stop in their tracks. Thousands of them were active around the temple, and they were all stunned when they saw it.
"Why are so many Transcendent Realm experts