Dao Lord Yongcheng's face was livid, spiritual power surging around him. He was clearly enraged beyond measure.
"Fellow Daoist Yongcheng."
Yuan Rong, standing at his side, suddenly spoke.
"The departed are gone like flowing waters. I hope Fellow Daoist will restrain his grief."
Dao Lord Yongcheng remained silent for a long while before finally letting out a cold snort.
"We shall put this matter on hold for now. Once we return to Scarlet Firmament Province, I will settle the score with you all."
The killing intent around Dao Lord Yongcheng dissipated, and everyone atop the mountain immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The reason Dao Lord Yongcheng was so furious was not because he cared deeply for his disciples. Rather, in this foreign land where they were strangers to both people and place, every single pair of hands was an immensely valuable resource.
Only with manpower could they gather more information; only with eyes and ears could they gain a better understanding of this region.
In this unknown land, intelligence was the most vital bargaining chip.
It concerned not only the gains from their journey, but perhaps even their lives.
This was also why Yuan Rong had spoken on behalf of Song Wen and the others.
Although Song Wen and the other twenty-five were not from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Yuan Rong and Dao Lord Yongcheng were currently the strongest among them, holding the power of life and death in their hands. Who would dare disobey the commands of these two?
"Our immediate priority should be to ascertain whether this place truly is the Western Rong Continent. In addition, we should investigate what blessed grotto-heavens lie nearby and what heavenly treasures they may contain," Yuan Rong said, changing the subject.
Yet his words received no response.
Song Wen and