The Four Red Yang Formation receded. Everyone stared at the area that had just been sealed off, somewhat speechless.
It was too clean—there was not the slightest trace of battle. Even the air held no hint of heat, let alone any scorching sensation.
White Tiger and the others had merely formed hand seals outside, then watched a shower of cherry blossoms. Everything had ended just like that—no fierce cries of battle, no clashes of spells, only a bleakly beautiful rain of cherry blossoms.
"I think we should leave this sort of killing to Kong Chen in the future. Not only can he complete the mission, we get to enjoy the flowers too. How nice is that?" Qin Lang said, rubbing his nose.
"Yeah, it's pretty and fun. But his style has absolutely no atmosphere of battle, no passion. It's fine to watch once in a while, but if you watch too much... ah... well... watching too much is pretty nice too..." Meng Jingxian abruptly caught Kong Chen's gaze on him before he could finish, immediately changing his tune with a placating smile.
"Let's go. We need to find Zhou Hui, the emperor of the Land of Fire. He's the real priority!" Southern Dipper said to everyone with a helpless smile.
However, before anyone could move, Shui Mochan's expression changed slightly. She pondered for a moment, as though receiving some sort of message, then looked up after a while and said, "No need to look for him. He has already left the competition space and is now at Great White Academy!"
Although it was impossible to communicate with the outside world from within the competition space, Shui Mochan possessed other secret methods of obtaining information. The Great Sound Pavilion she belonged to was a powerful first-tier cultivation faction that monopolized intelligence