Yun Wuxia smiled and said lightly, "You jest, Fellow Daoist Su. This sword's successful refinement depended on your ability."
"If there is any other credit to speak of, it belongs to your sect leader for planning strategy within the command tent. It has nothing to do with our Mist Concealment Sect."
This was not her first time dealing with Su Shi'er, and she understood his character well enough.
If she truly took his words seriously and became smug with delight, she might not even know how she died one day.
Hearing this, Su Shi'er finally came back to his senses. His divine sense swiftly spread outward, sweeping beyond the sect.
Only then did he discover that the several figures who had been fighting outside the sect had long since vanished.
Even Zhu Hanwei, Su Ye, and the others, who had been injured by the valley, were nowhere to be seen.
Within the sect, the many cultivators who had originally hidden away in caves and formations were once more moving through the mountains and forests.
The battle had ceased, and the Yun Ge Sect's disciples had resumed their activities. Without needing to think about it, he knew the enemy must have been successfully repelled.
As for the exact circumstances, he had been at the critical juncture of refining the Magical Treasure and naturally had no time to divide his attention.
Turning his attention to Shen Luoyan, Su Shi'er hurriedly asked, "Senior Sister Shen, how did the battle between the sect leader and the experts of the Sacred Spirit Cult and Sinful Path turn out?"
Shen Luoyan smiled. "Fortunately, experts from the Donghai Mu Family and seniors from the Mist Concealment Sect lent their aid. The Sacred Spirit Cult members escaped with injuries, while the Sinful Path cultivator was slain by the