Soul-Repelling City was still bustling with people coming and going, but compared to before, there were fewer cultivators heading out and quite a few more returning.
Moreover, these cultivators' cultivation levels were all extremely profound.
There were even some cultivators who did not ride spirit boats at all, but instead controlled rare and incomparable giant beasts, descending from the sky in exceedingly majestic fashion.
At that moment, a somewhat faster spirit boat flew in from the distance and finally landed before Vermilion Bird Trench.
The ones at its head were none other than Ye Qingfeng and Ye Jingcheng.
Only, the current Ye Jingcheng was the fire-spirit avatar formed by the Golden Cicada Molting Method.
"Big Brother Zhao, sorry to trouble you." Ye Qingfeng looked at the Firebird flying over from afar, as well as the cultivator atop the Firebird, and could not help feeling somewhat surprised.
This person was actually the one who had checked their grotto-heaven storage bags the first time they came.
"Just a routine inspection. This is...?" Zhao Deli looked at Ye Jingcheng and found him somewhat unfamiliar, so he asked.
"My martial uncle, Daoist name Ziji. He just returned from the Wildlands Continent. He was separated from us before and cultivated in a secret realm for several hundred years, and has finally come back. It's just a pity about the others..." Ye Qingfeng also introduced him according to what had long since been prepared.
Toward the end, her voice lowered considerably.
Many people in Soul-Repelling City knew about what had happened to Qixuan Valley, where Ye Qingfeng was from, so this scene easily made people think of a very tragic ending.
After all, only one person had returned.
"This..." What Zhao Deli found strange was that the Firebird once again moved toward Ye Jingcheng, its eyes