"We're almost there. It's just ahead."
Amid hurried, uneven footsteps, Gao Zhengxin and the others pressed forward anxiously.
Looking into the distance, they could already see strange phenomena. A foul, fishy stench hung in the air, and after a few more steps, they saw flames soaring skyward, lighting up half the night!
Their hearts shook. Fear showed on many faces.
Tian Bode's expression darkened. "We may already be too late!"
"We never should have dragged the heir into this!" Ye Nan shot Tian Bode a displeased glance, then said, "My lord, this is a dispute between cultivators. Must we really get involved? Why not wait..."
Tian Bode's expression grew uglier.
Gao Zhengxin's face shifted. It would have been a lie to say he was not afraid, but the thought that he had caused this conflict only made him more uneasy. Besides, he still hoped for help from the Immortal Sect's cultivators. He gritted his teeth and insisted on going!
Ye Nan had no choice but to follow, steeling himself. If anything happened to the Prince of Zhao's heir under his jurisdiction, he could not bear the consequences!
After a few more steps, they saw withered plants strewn across the ground, and their horror deepened.
Suddenly, a fierce wind swept in, whipping dust into the sky. Everyone covered their faces and squeezed their eyes shut. When the dust passed, they looked ahead and first saw the two battered Chaos and Disorder Dao Disciples.
Gao Zhengxin recognized them at once. They were the two who had taken away the gold items he had collected, claiming to represent the Immortal Sect.
But those two were not the focus now—
Hu Qiu and Guan Yu stared wide-eyed, disbelief written across their faces as they watched "Nie Zhengrong" walk calmly forward. Their minds had gone