Ku Yi walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the snowy plain. He watched as the Qingxiao Sect's people surrounded Yang Jueding and the other two, his gaze following them as they moved forward. Suddenly, his brow furrowed. He narrowed his eyes and peered ahead.
Through the snowy mist, he spotted seven figures walking shoulder to shoulder toward the Qingxiao Sect's people. His expression changed.
"Why are they here...? This is bad!"
Ku Yi immediately turned and hurried up the mountain.
Xu Ning and a group of Qingxiao Sect disciples approached Yang Jueding and the others. Xu Ning even weaved past everyone and took the lead.
"Those seven aren't simple," Zhang Yuchun said quietly as he came up beside Xu Ning.
Xu Ning only reached his shoulder, but the presence she exuded now far surpassed his. Her gaze was calm, as if she didn't take the seven people up ahead seriously.
Xu Ning merely gave a quiet "Mm" in response to Zhang Yuchun's warning.
Zhang Yuchun turned around. Seeing disciples streaming down the mountain in the distance, he smiled.
Aside from the True Disciples who cultivated the Primordial Scripture, the other disciples practiced martial arts year-round and ate well every day. Yang Jueding had held nothing back, passing on his powerful inner force to them, so their martial skills had improved rapidly. They might not measure up to first-rate masters, but they were far beyond ordinary people.
In Zhang Yuchun's eyes, this battle wasn't a crisis. He felt the Qingxiao Sect needed moments like this to hone its skills.
How could people of the martial world go without fighting? How could a martial sect devote itself to training forever? Only by witnessing the might of others in the martial world could they set their sights on