To the Qingyi disciples of the Shushan Sword Immortal Sect who guarded the tower, the Flame God Cult disciples causing a ruckus on their home turf seemed invisible and inaudible. They let them chase and play around in the forbidden grounds of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, pretending they didn't exist. Not one of them wanted to intervene.
The truth was, it wasn't that they didn't want to intervene. They didn't dare.
After all, the four senior disciples responsible for guarding the mountain gate—the ones who had been knocked to the ground by heavenly lightning summoned by that fierce little fox spirit, who had been the first to charge into the Demon-Suppressing Tower—were still lying in bed recovering. They'd nearly been struck dead!
With that cautionary tale before them, how could these disciples guarding the forbidden grounds dare make trouble for those Flame God Cult disciples who could enter the tower and come out alive and well?
Besides, they had already received instructions from their superiors. With orders in place, these low-ranking disciples were happy to avoid trouble. The Demon-Suppressing Tower was still standing, and the visitors had no intention of tearing it down, so there was no reason to pick a fight with that band of fierce-looking people.
Fortunately, the so-called Flame God Cult disciples didn't linger around the Demon-Suppressing Tower for long. They soon rode away on seven-colored clouds, and the Qingyi disciples guarding the tower finally felt somewhat relieved.
Of course, they weren't the only ones breathing a sigh of relief. On the cliff beside the main hall of Shushan, Sword Immortal Wine and Sword, Situ Zhong, stood shoulder to shoulder with the Shushan Sect Leader, Dugu Yuyun. The two looked down at every movement around the Demon-Suppressing Tower and each secretly let out a breath.
"Senior Brother!"
"You