The cultivators standing guard at the door couldn't help shrinking their necks. After they heard the Division Head roar, a gust of wind swept past them, and then they watched helplessly as the Division Head shot into the sky as if his backside were on fire, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
For a moment, they looked at one another in bewilderment. None of them knew what had happened.
How fast was Qian Wudang? In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed out of Vast Sky City.
But the very next instant, he actually turned back, flying straight toward a certain spot in the city.
A moment later, he landed in a small courtyard.
Inside the small courtyard, there was only an elderly man with the bearing of an immortal and the bones of the Dao, hale and hearty, leisurely sipping tea. It was none other than Tang Yifeng, the Sect Master of the Crimson Blood Sect.
Qian Wudang's purpose in coming here was very simple. Today's matter had been caused by Lu Ye, and Lu Ye was a disciple of the Crimson Blood Sect. When a disciple was in trouble, the Sect Master naturally couldn't possibly sit by and do nothing.
Especially since Qian Wudang also knew that this Sect Master of the Crimson Blood Sect was no easy man to deal with. The two of them going together would always be better than him going alone.
"Division Head Qian?" The Sect Master looked at Qian Wudang, who had arrived in a frantic rush, somewhat puzzled as to why he looked so hurried. With their cultivation at this level, they should long since have attained the state of mind where even if mountains collapsed before them, their expressions would not change.
"Old Man Tang, something's happened."