Night fell.
A figure rose into the air above the Qingyang Sect, hovering over its grounds.
The disciples guarding the mountain merely glanced up before paying it no further attention.
A grand formation protected the sect. Apart from the sect master and a few Foundation Establishment elders, no one could ignore the Air-Restriction Formation.
The figure circled above the sect for a while, then left the Main Peak and continued touring the other peaks.
The moon shone bright among sparse stars, and the entire Qingyang Mountain Range looked especially beautiful beneath its light.
But no one knew how much longer this beautiful landscape would belong to the Qingyang Sect.
Luo Qinglan's heart was heavy. She was nowhere near as carefree as she had appeared during the day.
The sect's members were growing restless, and some traitors had already secretly thrown in their lot with the Blazing Sun Sect. Yet she could not purge them now.
Once all pretenses were torn away, that old bastard Huang Yu would have no further scruples about attacking her.
The Blazing Sun Sect had maintained its grip over the Immortal Cultivation World of Yan Country not because it managed its affairs particularly well, nor because its fortune was especially strong, but because it ruthlessly suppressed the other sects. Whenever someone with the potential to advance to Golden Core appeared in another sect, that person would immediately perish in an "accident."
Their previous sect master and the one before him had both been astonishing talents. They had strengthened the Qingyang Sect step by step and stood an excellent chance of achieving Core Formation, yet both had met with accidents just as they were preparing to form their cores.
Her own master, the previous sect master Yue Shenxiao, had even been slain inside the Purple Cloud Hall.