"Now that we've found him, what do we do next? Approach him directly?" a Tier Six member of the squad asked.
"Not appropriate." Another shook his head. "It would be better to protect him in secret. Quite a few sects from Myriad Demon Ridge have made their moves. We're close by and arrived early—that's our advantage. But if we expose ourselves, we'll easily become targets. Besides, he probably doesn't fully understand his current situation yet. Approaching him rashly may backfire. It wouldn't be good if he became wary of us."
"But protecting him in secret may not be enough to keep him safe."
"I say we knock him out and take him away!" a burly man suggested.
Everyone turned to look at him. The big man blinked blankly. "Was I wrong?"
"That works." A Tier Six cultivator nodded. "You go knock him out!"
The big man shrank his neck. "I'm afraid he'll chop me up!" Though he was Tier Six, he really wasn't certain he could defeat that youth. The youth's attacks just now had been far too fierce.
In the end, the female Tier Seven Cultivator leading them made the decision. "I'll make contact with him and protect him at close range. You'll follow in secret."
No one objected.
But before long, everyone's expressions became strange. As the female cultivator walked ahead, she tore at her clothes and cupped her breasts with both hands, forcefully squeezing them together...
A Tier Six cultivator raised a hand to his forehead, unable to bear the sight. For the sect's mission, Senior Sister Lan was truly giving it her all.
Elsewhere, Lu Ye continued onward atop Amber. Before he had gone far, he suddenly heard faint cries for help. He listened carefully. Someone really was calling for help, and it was a woman.