Because Ma Xianghai was moving rather slowly, it took the group more than three hours to finally return to the sect gate.
Fortunately, Qian Ying had anticipated this. Since members of the group were injured, they could not be too harsh on them. As long as they returned safely, that was enough. Delays were unavoidable.
When Qian Ying and the others appeared near the sect gate, Qian Wantong spotted them early and immediately jogged over to welcome Qian Ying, Zhou Zixing, and the others.
"Bootlicker!" Seeing Qian Wantong jogging over with that beaming expression, Ouyang Nana muttered a jab.
Chen Mo and Ouyang Ruo Xi could not help but smile when they heard it.
Fortunately, they were at the very back of the group, so no one else heard them. Otherwise, Qian Wantong would definitely have done something underhanded and sent Ouyang Nana to her death.
When Qian Ying and the others arrived at the temporary camp before the sect gate, all the Martial Artists in the camp rose of their own accord and came forward to greet them.
The greetings put Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing somewhat at ease. Even though the two old men were both Old Foxes, they were naturally delighted by everyone's spontaneous welcome.
The anxiety from yesterday's investigation and the frustration of being unable to return after the fog rolled in gradually subsided as well.
Of course, that feeling of being moved lasted only for a moment. Once it passed, they would still be as black-hearted as ever.
Their mindset was simple: all benefits belonged to them, while all dangers belonged to others.
The Martial Artists who had remained behind saw that the two Xiantian Elders had returned safely, as had the Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists who had gone out to perform the mission.