It took them around ten days to travel from the Cangyu Demon Sect to the Red Wind Sect.
They had already stayed in Blood Evil Valley for thirteen days. Teng Yue's side was no longer much of a problem, and Luo Guangmang could not possibly reveal anything either.
Looking at Sikong Jing, then at Twelve Leopard, Luo Guangmang's mouth twitched repeatedly.
After several breaths, he finally said with a bitter smile, "No wonder you said earlier that you didn't need my help. Impressive, truly impressive... With your methods, you'll probably anger Eight Steeds Linked Camp Island, the Red Wind Sect, and the rest to death."
Naturally, Luo Guangmang had figured out what was going on.
Once the two six-leaf sects learned that Sikong Jing had played them all, they would probably go mad.
In the end, Luo Guangmang agreed directly. "Fine. When I have time, I'll give him some guidance."
For the time being, the matter came to an end.
Over the following days, Luo Guangmang kept his word, occasionally leaving the cave to guide Twelve Leopard in his cultivation.
Before they knew it, Twelve Leopard had already reached the realm of a top-tier Emperor Martial Emperor.
From time to time, Luo Guangmang would sigh and ask, "Are all the young people of your Cangyu Demon Sect so gifted?"
Twelve Leopard's progress had deeply shaken him.
Aside from the Young Sect Master and Teng Yue, Twelve Leopard was also exceptionally gifted, stirring in him a desire to cherish talent.
Sikong Jing's answer was, "Twelve Leopard is also a demon. His future may be difficult to say."
For now, he did not want to be too high-profile. The Cangyu Demon Sect still needed to develop in secret. People already thought they had unearthed a great treasure, so this matter needed to