This was not the first time Yu Ci had such a feeling; his experience from last time was still fresh in his memory.
After a brief meditation, Yu Ci made no further moves, merely maintaining an aloof perspective as he watched the group gradually converge.
In the end, taking about twice the time it took on the outward journey, the party finally hurried back to Screen North Peak, conveniently rounding up the "second echelon" who had been wandering around in the Demon Cloud. Behind them, the Dongyang Orthodox Sect cultivators who had always "conscientiously" marginalized themselves also hurried over, though three of them had already perished—all core formation cultivators—leaving Zhan Ji with a dark expression from start to finish.
Yet this achievement was enough to prevent anyone from looking down on him. Given the atrocious environment within the Demon Cloud and the intensity of the final Demon Tide, losing only three men could be considered his ability.
Though their retreat was quite disheveled, the cultivators waiting outside the periphery of the Demon Cloud to vie for qualifications would never know. The Ghost God Sword naturally seized the opportunity to resume the grand, imposing air of a prominent noble house, lecturing and critiquing there.
Finding this spectacle exceedingly dull, and recalling his previous strange sensation, Yu Ci walked over to Sage Wisdom Walker, who had remained tight-lipped the whole time.
Communication with Sage Wisdom Walker was, in a sense, truly the simplest:
"Walker, I have something to ask."
"Please speak."
"What is the background of the person you brought back?"
"That female benefactor possesses profound cultivation and is well-versed in formations. Although she fell among a host of demons, she was able to rely on her array formations to hold out for many days. I merely happened to pass by and