The whirlwind swelled high, sand and stones rose into the air, and great swaths of grassland vanished, revealing black-yellow earth beneath.
The sky was no longer clear either, the prairie's vast, deep blue gone without a trace.
At this moment, beneath the gloomy sky, a transparent spirit boat had also stopped in the distance.
At the front of the spirit boat, several cultivators wearing spirit armor beneath and Daoist robes over it were sizing up the valley before them.
"These cultivators of Qixuan Valley really do have a few tricks. No wonder they managed to return from the Wildlands Continent."
One of them was none other than Wu Minghui. He smiled as he spoke to Zou Wanqing beside him.
His smile made his eyes look thin and long, but within those narrowed eyes was a shrewd, prying gleam that Zou Wanqing did not dare ignore.
"They do have some means. It was also my good luck. In terms of hunting down the Wind Origin Clan and the foreign races, they truly let me gain some advantages," Zou Wanqing said, knowing that Wu Minghui was testing him.
Since Wu Minghui had grasped quite a bit of information, perhaps he knew of the earliest connection between Sage Lord Qi Xuan and the Ye Family.
But as far as Zou Wanqing was concerned, no matter how suspicious Wu Minghui became, it would be difficult for him to connect this to the Ye Family of the mortal realm.
Otherwise, the other party would not have come to the Zou Family for cooperation, but to Qixuan Valley instead.
Over these years, ever since he had learned that not only had cultivators of the Ye Family ascended, but quite a number of them had come up as well,
It could be said that they had kept