Kong Yi started, turning to look at Mo Han. Mo Han said calmly, "Wait until he returns. I expect he went to have a heart-to-heart talk with them."
A heart-to-heart talk? Kong Yi groaned inwardly. There is more than one Dao Integration Stage cultivator among these four sects, and none of them have only just entered the stage. Their strength is anything but ordinary. They will certainly fight this time. But if Chihuo fails to win, the four sects will become even more arrogant, and the negotiations afterward will be troublesome indeed.
He had wanted to urge Mo Han to go help, but on second thought, she had only recently advanced to the Dao Integration Stage herself. Even if she went, she might not be able to offer much aid.
Thus, everyone waited in the main hall and chatted idly among themselves. About two hours later, a flash of light streaked through the air, and Yan Chihuo entered the hall.
Kong Yi hurried forward and asked, "Chihuo, how did it go?"
Yan Chihuo said, "Not bad. Those minor problems have all been settled."
With a wave of his right hand, his storage ring flashed white, and dozens of heads appeared on the floor.
Yang Ming was the first to recognize one of the cultivators. He cried out, "This is Old Monster Xu of Yang Pole Mountain! He was already at the late Origin Core stage and was said to be on the verge of advancing to the Dao Integration Stage. I met him once before. And this person—this is, this is... Xuan Yi, the Supreme Elder of Yang Pole Mountain!"
By then, Yang Ming's face had already gone pale with shock as he pointed at a head some distance away.
Xuan Yi of Yang Pole Mountain! Kong Yi was aghast.