In the valley.
Lu Gui sat cross-legged atop a boulder, quietly recovering from his internal injuries.
Lu Gui was the name of this Yellow Springs Demonic Sect expert. He was one of the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect's seven Grand Elders.
Grand Elders held exalted status within the Yellow Springs Demonic Sect, equal to—or even above—the Four Great Hall Masters.
This time, I really suffered a loss for nothing! Lu Gui sighed inwardly as he healed.
They had come brimming with confidence to kill Su Mo, yet not only had they failed to kill him, all seven of them had been injured.
Su Mo had already fully matured. Even if the Sect Master personally took action, he might not be able to kill him easily!
I wonder how the others are doing? Lu Gui pondered to himself, then prepared to send a message to the others.
Just then, a dazzling golden beam shot into the heavens from ten thousand miles away, incomparably brilliant.
The golden light appeared for only an instant before vanishing at once.
"Hm? What was that?" Lu Gui was immediately startled. Then, with a flash of his figure, he flew toward where the golden light had appeared.
With such a phenomenon appearing in the mountain range, he naturally had to investigate.
Lu Gui was extremely fast. Within a few breaths, he arrived where the golden light had appeared.
His eyes flashed like lightning as he swept his gaze across the surroundings, but he found nothing unusual.
Then, Lu Gui sent out his spiritual consciousness and carefully searched the area.
Very soon, he discovered a Black Tiger racing into the distance with a scroll clenched in its jaws.
"What kind of painting is this?" Lu Gui was puzzled. Could it be some treasure that this Black Tiger had found?