Beiming gladly accepted Tongtian's stance.
"Ling Yan has already returned to the Great Void Palace with our fellow disciples, as well as the young friends of the Jie Sect. Let us go over now. When the time comes, Senior Brother Tongtian will have the chance to reunite with your disciples and take them back to Golden Turtle Island."
The karma just now had been for stepping in to help Tongtian out of a bind. Otherwise, outside the Zhuxian Formation, he would have been beaten up by the four sages and lost face on top of it.
As for exchanging back his disciples, that was another transaction, and required a separate "price."
With that said, Beiming swept his sleeve robe, and space-time Dao Rhyme spread out, enveloping Nüwa and Tongtian together.
Space twisted slightly, and the three figures vanished with it.
Changbai Mountain Range, Great Void Palace's main hall. Spiritual energy lingered, Dao Rhyme formed by heaven itself.
Ling Yan led more than a hundred Literary Sect disciples who had taken part in the Battle of Luoyi, standing in neat order within the hall, their auras deep and composed.
Duobao, Immortal Wuyun, Yunxiao, Jin Chanzi, Zhao Gongming, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, along with the Northern Xuanwu Seven Mansions and the Southern Vermilion Bird Seven Mansions, stood quietly.
Their auras had not been deliberately suppressed; only their range of movement was restricted.
Duobao's expression was calm, as if he had entered meditation.
Immortal Wuyun's aura was unstable, but his back remained straight.
Yunxiao's gaze was cold and clear; Zhao Gongming's brows were slightly locked.
Qiongxiao and Bixiao, with a hint of unease and curiosity, sized up this majestic and unfamiliar Holy Land of the Literary Sect.
Most of the disciples of the two sets of Star Lords kept their eyes lowered and behaved, not