Chen Changming was quite pleasantly surprised to hear this and hurriedly asked, "So many eighth-layer Spirit Transformation cultivators—did you see the Ghostface Butterfly?"
"No..."
Li Xiu had barely uttered a single word when he seemed to be struck by lightning, suddenly clutching his head.
Chen Changming knew that Li Xiu had been attacked in his divine sense again while spying on the great canyon.
This time, his divine sense seemed to have been seriously injured. Chen Changming cast the Spring Return Immortal Art, and a ray of green light fell upon Li Xiu. The latter immediately became bright-eyed and vigorous.
"Thank you, Senior."
Li Xiu bowed deeply, thanking him with heartfelt sincerity.
Chen Changming cupped his hands to the three of them and smiled faintly. "Thank you, fellow Daoists, for your assistance along the way. Until we meet again."
With that, he turned and flew into the Black Mist.
"Until we meet again."
Li Xiu and the others returned the salute once more in the direction where Chen Changming had vanished.
The three of them all felt somewhat bereft.
After spending several days together, they had discovered that this mysterious and powerful Body Cultivator senior was very easy to get along with. From the bottom of their hearts, they wished to befriend someone like him.
"Let's go."
Li Xiu came back to his senses and nodded to Shi Canglan. The latter controlled the Immortal Boat, turned it around, and swiftly flew toward the outskirts of Ghostface Mountain.
Before long, the eighth-layer Spirit Transformation cultivators in the great canyon might erupt into a chaotic melee. If their luck was poor, the three of them could be caught up in it.
Chen Changming appeared above the great canyon at once. At this moment, when he swept his divine sense downward, he could