Kong Qing, sect master of the Beast Taming Sect, knitted his brows, his gaze fixed on the Silver Moon Ice Falcon in the distance as it stirred restlessly.
Killing intent radiated from him, and abundant true essence surged within his body. His robes began billowing despite the absence of wind.
Although he said nothing, he clearly already had a plan.
However, just as Kong Qing circulated his true essence and prepared to strike again, something interrupted him.
Another cultivator, wearing a jade crown and holding a feather fan, stepped up beside him and said, "Sect Master Kong, I believe we should not waste any more energy on that fellow."
Kong Qing's brows twitched, and he swiftly turned toward the cultivator beside him. "Oh? What insight do you have, Fellow Daoist Yu Qingzi?"
A faint smile rested on Yu Qingzi's lips. "I would hardly call it insight. In my humble opinion, that man escaped with nothing but a golden core. His best possible outcome is to find someone whose body he can seize."
"Body possession violates the harmony of heaven, after all. His prospects in this lifetime are ultimately ruined. Besides, the situation in Muyun Prefecture is already settled. Even if he truly dares come knocking, what waves could he possibly stir up?"
"Moreover, that fellow flees quite quickly. Pursuing him would likely waste considerable effort. In that case, we would inevitably delay the real business of this trip."
As he spoke, Yu Qingzi's eyes rolled, and he turned toward Feng Fei and the others who remained.
"These cultivators before us can all be counted among the Phantom Star Sect's elite. Eliminating them would undoubtedly deal another major blow to the sect's strength."
"Not to mention that the female cultivator in the middle, Feng Fei, is the disciple of Su Shi'er,