Song Wen paid no heed to what Yuan Rong was doing. He hid beneath the soil and waited patiently.
As long as Yuan Rong searched for a while without finding anything, he would assume that "Gou Jun" had already left and would naturally withdraw.
Less than a quarter of an hour after Song Wen hid underground, a group of people flew over him, heading toward the sword shadow that towered dozens of miles into the sky.
There were four people in the group, led by none other than the elderly woman from the Sun-Moon Sect—You Ci.
The Sun-Moon Sect had originally sent five people to the Western Rong Continent. The missing one was a charming female cultivator.
Song Wen had seen that woman while in the Willow Snake Clan. She had presumably already perished.
It seems Yuan Rong's warning signal was meant for all the cultivators. He gathered them here to track down my whereabouts, Song Wen thought.
Although Yuan Rong had summoned help, Song Wen still had some confidence in the hiding place he had chosen and in his methods of concealing his aura.
If he fled in panic now, he might instead run into the cultivators converging on the area and expose his trail.
So he remained where he was, utterly motionless.
After roughly half an hour, unusual spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly came from Yuan Rong's direction.
"What is going on?"
"Judging from these spiritual energy fluctuations, someone should be fighting."
"Who has come into conflict with Yuan Rong and the others?"
"Could it be someone from the Willow Snake Clan?"
Just as Song Wen's thoughts churned, a familiar figure sped over from Yuan Rong's direction, passing about three thousand miles east of Song Wen.
Wang Qiuyue!
Song Wen's heart stirred.
Wang Qiuyue would surely know Yuan Rong's