It was morning. It was time to set out.
After packing up all his belongings and making sure he hadn't left anything behind, Han Li resolutely destroyed his cave abode. Then he brought Qu Hun with him to a departure point inside Yellow Maple Valley, where he joined his martial aunt Hongfu and a group of Yellow Maple Valley disciples around the middle Foundation Establishment Stage.
That was right!
Yellow Maple Valley probably wouldn't be able to hold out. The armies of the six Devil Dao sects had already entered the outskirts of Yellow Maple Valley. However, the valley was vast, and the Devil Dao armies were advancing cautiously, step by step, so their progress was relatively slow. For now, they hadn't truly approached Yellow Maple Valley's heartland or attacked its protective formation.
Even so, the Devil Dao fiends hadn't reached them yet, but they couldn't afford to wait any longer.
Ancestor Linghu, the sect's grand elder, had ordered the elite disciples to begin evacuating and abandon Yellow Maple Valley entirely the previous night. Han Li was part of the group evacuating with his martial aunt Hongfu.
"!"
"Greetings, Martial Aunt!"
After landing on the deck of a large eagle-headed flying boat, Han Li looked around and saw that many of his fellow disciples had already arrived. He hurried over and bowed to Hongfu, who was overseeing the evacuation of their group of elite disciples.
"Han Li, you're here."
"Mm?"
"Who is this...?"
Hongfu nodded and was about to say a few words of encouragement. But when she saw the tall, imposing black-clad man following Han Li, wearing a black hat and carrying a faint aura of spiritual energy—someone who didn't look like a Yellow Maple Valley disciple—she turned a questioning gaze on Han Li.
"Ah!"
"Reporting to Martial Aunt,