As he watched the Crimson Sun Sect cultivators gathered around Li Changfeng, murderous intent rose in Xu Yan's heart. In his eyes, these cultivators would soon be dry bones in a tomb, lambs awaiting slaughter.
Just as he was about to fly back to Sitting Forgetfulness Peak to make his plans, Xu Yan felt a gaze settle on him. Turning, he saw Shen Changyun give him a meaningful smile.
At the same time, a strand of divine sense quietly reached him.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, would you care to visit my cave abode for a chat?"
Looking into the man's eyes, as deep as a secluded pool, Xu Yan sent back his refusal through divine sense. "Not interested!"
With that, Xu Yan turned into a streak of light and flew toward Sitting Forgetfulness Peak.
Watching the azure figure recede into the distance, Shen Changyun's expression darkened.
With disaster looming over him, this fellow was actually calmer than Shen Changyun himself. It was truly baffling.
In his estimation, as long as the cultivator was not a fool, he would certainly come to his cave abode once invited. Then Shen Changyun would subdue him and probe his secrets.
What a pity! Shen Changyun sighed inwardly.
After casting a few glances at Li Changfeng and the others, Shen Changyun also turned into a streak of light and headed toward his cave abode.
After returning to Sitting Forgetfulness Peak, Xu Yan set up the second-tier formation outside his cave abode again, then activated the Ancient Remnant Formation he had obtained from the Black Market.
Once everything was done, Xu Yan lightly patted his Spirit Beast Bag and released Xuan Wuchang.
Xuan Wuchang's face was still deathly pale. Although he had taken some Spirit Pills to replenish his essence blood, they were merely a cup