In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Over those three days, the Heavenly Fate Sect had mobilized a vast number of people. They had even ordered their affiliated sects into action, searching everywhere for Yi Feng and the members of the New Sword Sect, yet they found nothing.
The New Sword Sect members seemed to have vanished, completely concealing themselves within the chaotic martial world where fish and dragons mingled. No matter how formidable the Heavenly Fate Sect's influence was, turning the entire martial world upside down was hardly realistic. After several fruitless days of searching for a needle in the sea, their pent-up fury had nowhere to vent. The terrifying force they had gathered struck nothing but cotton, leaving everyone in the Heavenly Fate Sect unspeakably stifled and enraged.
With no other choice, the Heavenly Fate Sect could only intensify the search. At the same time, they spread a kill-on-sight order throughout several hundred li around Yan Dang Mountain, hoping to use the strength of other sects to capture those detestable New Sword Sect members.
Meanwhile, to prevent another attack on the sect, the Heavenly Fate Sect increased the number of patrols. Protection for the higher-ups became especially tight. Not only were Inner Disciples standing guard at all times, but the four great elders had also begun taking turns leading night patrols.
During Yi Feng's previous nighttime raid on the Heavenly Fate Sect, he had assassinated seven or eight protectors, causing losses beyond measure and leaving the sect's disciples panic-stricken. They had no choice but to resort to this measure—protecting the sect while laying down a net from heaven to earth, ready to catch Yi Feng like a turtle in a jar.
Yet who would have thought that three whole days would pass.
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