Li Qingqiu had been waiting inside the Xuanji Sect for most of the day. After his treatment, Hell Kirin's injuries gradually improved; at least the wounds on its limbs no longer hurt.
Behind Li Qingqiu, Jinlang practiced with a saber. It refused to waste a single moment and was even more obsessed than Xu Ning and Zhao Zhen.
It was already afternoon when Li Qingqiu suddenly raised an eyebrow.
He heard movement down the mountain.
Someone was coming.
And more than one person.
With a thought, he sent Lin Chuan underground to investigate.
Before long, Lin Chuan emerged from the darkness behind Li Qingqiu and reported what he had found.
A massive army was sweeping up the mountain. They had already surrounded the entire range. Lin Chuan had looked around, but the troops stretched so far that he couldn't count them.
He estimated there were at least a hundred thousand soldiers, with more still approaching in the distance.
From Lin Chuan's description, this army belonged to the Northern Barbarians—or, more precisely, the Northern Court Army.
Why had the Northern Court Army come here?
Could this be why the Silent Nether Ghost King had left?
Li Qingqiu frowned and decided to wait a little longer. If the Northern Court Army came up the mountain and the Silent Nether Ghost King still hadn't returned, he would take Hell Kirin and leave.
Time passed quickly.
Li Qingqiu waited patiently.
Less than half an hour later, his brow furrowed again. He sensed a powerful ghostly aura climbing the mountain.
The Silent Nether Ghost King!
The aura reminded Li Qingqiu of the Ghost King inside the Soul Refining Banner, though it was still somewhat weaker than that of the one who remained asleep.
The Ghost King inside the Soul Refining Banner gave off an indescribably