"Hmm?!"
"Something's up!"
Far away, a large patrol squad from the Six Sects of the Devil Dao flew across the sky. From a great distance, they spotted two little girls in different styles of red festive clothing, swaggering down the road as if they had no regard at all for the dangerous battlefield at Golden Drum Plains or the disciples of the Six Sects.
"Look!"
"Who are they?"
"Pfft!"
"Aren't they just two mortal little girls? What's there to make a fuss about..."
"Wait!"
"How did those two little girls get here?"
"..."
"Something is off!"
"Strange..."
Then they instinctively stopped, pointing and discussing the matter from afar in the sky.
After all, during these years of battle at Golden Drum Plains, they had long since learned that the surrounding hundreds of miles were nothing but uninhabited wilderness. With the great war between the Six Sects and the Seven Great Sects raging here, there was no way any mortals who didn't fear death would be around.
"Little girls?"
"!"
"Not good!"
"Those are the two Nascent Soul old monsters from Wuzhuang Temple!"
But before they could decide what to do, someone suddenly seemed to remember something and shouted without warning.
"Huh?"
"Th-those really are them?"
"Are you sure?"
"Not good!"
"It really does look like them!"
"Ah!"
"Run!!"
The Devil Dao patrol, which had been in neat formation and looked mighty and imposing, immediately let out cries of alarm and scattered like birds and beasts. They flew off in different directions, squeezing every last bit of spiritual energy from their bodies as they desperately sped away on their swords as fast as they could. In the blink of an eye, they were gone.
"No way!"
"Master..."
"Look!"
"You scared them away again! How annoying!"
Seeing the points that had been