Only when the light faded and the sacred relic's aura vanished did Pei Ling smile and say, "Nan Xun succeeded."
Qiao Ranran pursed her lips. "Uncle-Master Mu planned this from the start, and Nan Xun came prepared. I don't know what Uncle-Master Mu did to him, but the Heavenly Source Divine Wood and that relic clearly share the same origin. It would've been strange if Nan Xun hadn't succeeded."
"Don't you want to see Wu Che's face?"
Qiao Ranran raised an eyebrow. "What's there to see? I can picture it perfectly. Anyway, we don't need to stay, do we? They have the numbers, and we can't beat them. You can't exactly wipe out the Demon Race, and I can't exactly knock them all flat, can I?" She had seriously considered whether she could knock them all flat. The medicine in her pocket was just about enough, but if their numbers kept climbing, the outcome would be hard to predict.
If we don't slip away now, when will we?
"Or do you want to take a look at their Formation Disk first?" Qiao Ranran looked at Pei Ling. Mu Tianyuan had pulled a fast one on him over the relic, and Pei Ling rarely took an interest in a protective Formation. It seemed a shame for him to leave without seeing it.
"No need." Pei Ling rose from the tree with an arm around Qiao Ranran. "We're leaving now."
"Huh? Where to?" Qiao Ranran asked.
"Back to the Sects. We'll settle accounts with Mu Tianyuan."
The more Pei Ling thought about it, the better the idea sounded. They had come all this way only to be tricked. Pei Ling did not consider himself particularly good-tempered, and he fully intended to settle accounts with Mu Tianyuan. Besides, once Nan Xun finished interacting