At Zhao Hong's instruction, the middle-aged cultivator led the master and his two disciples to a small courtyard more than ten miles south of Golden Ao Lake.
Liu Yuanchen was somewhat worried. "Elder, there isn't even a defensive formation outside this courtyard.
"If evil cultivators launch a sneak attack, wouldn't the losses be devastating?"
The middle-aged cultivator smiled. "There is another layer of defensive formation beyond this place, but it is daytime now, and disciples of the sect need to patrol nearby.
"Many people need to come and go, so the outermost defensive formation has not been activated. Only a warning formation is active."
"At night, all disciples must return. Only then will the outermost defensive formation be activated."
Hearing this, Liu Yuanchen nodded slightly.
As long as there was a defensive formation at night, it was fine. If enemies suddenly came to his bedside while he was sleeping comfortably, that would not feel very pleasant.
After the master and his two disciples settled in, the elder took his leave.
Liu Yuanchen understood his master's temperament somewhat. Tonight, Zhao Hong would definitely go out and stir up trouble.
After entering the courtyard, Zhao Hong immediately went to the eastern wing, sat cross-legged, and entered meditation.
Meng Tieshan, however, was clearly not as perceptive in this regard.
Having arrived somewhere new, he patrolled around the courtyard to see where he could open up a Spirit Field.
After cultivating Astral Force, his appetite had become increasingly terrifying.
Without Spirit Fields and spirit grain nearby, he felt completely insecure.
As evening gradually fell, Black Mist spread over from the eastern mountains and forests.
The Azure Elixir Sect disciples who had gone out on patrol also returned one after another.
Several idle-duty elders came out to count the disciples.
If everyone had returned,