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Qiao Ranran smoothed the bangs the wind had blown out of place. "We're not leaving?"

Yan Qingsui, who had arrived just behind her, chimed in with a grin. "Maybe he wants to see what he's caught? So, Fellow Daoist Pei, what are you planning to do with those Demon Beasts?"

With that many Demon Beasts, their hides, blood, bones, and flesh were all excellent materials. Better yet, those at the Golden Core Stage or above had Inner Cores worth a fortune.

Pei Ling's lips curved. "Emergency rations," he said with a straight face.

Yan Qingsui clicked his tongue. "I didn't know you had a taste for that, Fellow Daoist Pei." Looking at Pei Ling, so aloof and above it all,

an untouchable flower on a lofty peak,

Yan Qingsui had thought he had no appetite for food at all!

Pei Ling merely smiled and said nothing.

When Wen Ziheng arrived with the others, he could tell Pei Ling was waiting for his prey to walk into the trap so he could see how well the Formation worked. They were curious about the result themselves, but Pei Ling's group plainly did not welcome them. Besides, even if Pei Ling could deal with those Demon Beasts, it had nothing to do with them. They were better off hurrying on. Whether it was the Central Spirit Hall or some other opportunity, they had to get there first to claim it.

A moment after Wen Ziheng and the others left, the fleeing group reached the spot where Pei Ling had laid his Formation. A closer look showed they were all familiar faces: the disciples leading the way were from the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect.

Pei Ling glanced at Yan Qingsui.

Yan Qingsui could only shrug, leaving the decision to him. The horde of Demon