The reason Chen Changming had flown toward the Clear Mist Sect was that he had plans of his own.
He wanted to carve out another cave abode in the mountain range near the Clear Mist Sect for cultivation. At the same time, he wanted to get in touch with Saintess Qingyi and see how the girl was doing these days.
Ever since they had parted at the Clear Mist Sect, several decades had passed. He had no idea whether she had been living well.
Of course.
Chen Changming also intended to contact Saintess Qingyi and meet her again only after breaking through to the third level of the Void Refinement Realm.
At that time, he would march straight into the Clear Mist Sect and face those first-level Fusion Realm cultivators head-on.
He wanted to see whether, with his current third-level Void Refinement Realm strength, he could withstand a first-level Fusion Realm cultivator.
This would be a test of his own strength, as well as a warning to those from the Clear Mist Sect who had once wanted to harm him.
Just as Chen Changming flew toward the Clear Mist Sect, the Su Clan's Fusion Realm retainers were also returning to the Su Clan.
Twenty had gone out, but only eighteen returned. Two were missing—the strongest among them, Zhou Chong, and the retainer surnamed Sun.
Everyone looked dreadful, their faces ashen, their eyes filled with exhaustion and lingering fear.
The group entered the council hall and went straight to Su Qingshan, who had been waiting for a long time.
Su Qingshan sat in the seat of honor, holding a cup of spirit tea and sipping it leisurely.
The moment he saw their grim faces and realized they had not brought Chen Shan back, his heart gave a violent jolt. The teacup