Time passed steadily as Su Mo kept his consciousness trained on the direction of the Zhenhua Sacred Sect.
However, his spiritual consciousness only drifted outside the Sacred Sect. He did not dare let it enter, lest it be discovered by an expert.
From time to time, experts from various factions arrived and entered the Zhenhua Sacred Sect, but there was no sign of Leng Xie.
"They're here!"
After an unknown amount of time, Su Mo's heart suddenly jolted, for his spiritual consciousness had detected Leng Xie.
Under the sweep of his spiritual consciousness, three martial artists flew straight into the Zhenhua Sacred Sect.
The aura of one of them belonged to Leng Xie.
Of the other two traveling with Leng Xie, one possessed an aura Su Mo knew very well—it was Yin Wudao.
As for the last person, his aura was exceptionally deep and powerful. His cultivation surpassed both Leng Xie's and Yin Wudao's; he was a late-stage Martial Saint.
"Heaven is helping me!"
At that moment, a brilliant light flashed in Su Mo's eyes. His sharp gaze was like a sword, piercing through a thousand zhang of empty space and boring through more than a dozen ancient trees ahead.
Heaven truly was helping him. Without a Saint King level expert present, his opportunity had come.
Su Mo could sense that Leng Xie had already become a Saint. It was truly remarkable.
However, even though Leng Xie had become a Saint, Su Mo did not regard his strength as anything worth noting. The main concerns were Yin Wudao and the other late-stage Martial Saint.
Su Mo knew Yin Wudao's strength very well, since they had fought not long ago. As for that late-stage Martial Saint, his strength presumably would not be much greater than Yin Wudao's.
What Su Mo needed