Cihang Slain Again (Revised)

This thing was far too hot to handle.

Lu Chuan looked at the Green Lotus Treasure Flag in his hand, his expression utterly calm. He knew very well—how could something belonging to a Primordial Realm Heavenly Venerable be so easy to take?

Forget a trifling Dao Integration Realm like him being unable to hold it; even Kong Xuan could not hold it. There was simply no way to refine it.

It was just that he had no choice but to make a move on this flag.

Because he had seen a signal in this flag.

In the Western Sect's own words, the West was a pure and quiet land, outside the Three Realms and the Five Elements, untouched by the disputes and rights and wrongs of the red dust of the Three Realms.

But right now was also precisely when the Investiture of the Gods Catastrophe in the East was raging like fire and tea.

At a time like this, the Western Sect had lent the precious Green Lotus Flag to the East. After that, if the Western Sect wanted to stand aloof from the affair, it would no longer be possible.

Their attitude was already self-evident.

Lu Chuan could ignore it this time, but the retreat he gave would definitely be repaid by them climbing from his nose onto his face. First it was Yin Jiao, then it would be Kong Xuan, and finally the Jie Sect and the Three Thousand Red Dust Guests.

"Go!" Lu Chuan spurred his horse and left.

At that moment, Yin Jiao was leading his men and horses back along the road they had come by, only to discover that the road from before had already changed, and could no longer be found.

With no other choice, they followed the mountain path south.

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