At the Wind-Evasion Boat's speed, the distant outline of Moonwatch City came into view after three hours.
Only then did Liu Yu relax. He put several magical artifacts into his Storage Bag and switched to the Mother-and-Son Soul-Chasing Blades to continue flying. A short while later, he descended from his escape light outside the city gates and walked inside.
Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators naturally had no need to queue. He entered openly through the main gate. The disciples guarding it recognized him as a martial uncle of their sect and bowed respectfully, not daring to obstruct him.
Because of the war, the Primordial Yang Sect had sent somewhere between one hundred and two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators to the front. With a cultivator's memory, anyone who had seen him once would not forget him, so there were no embarrassing mix-ups.
After entering the city, Liu Yu headed straight for the City Lord's Mansion. Since he had returned to Moonwatch City in one piece, he naturally needed to report to the sect and give an account of the mission.
When he reached the side hall where Wu Yuhan was stationed, several people were already waiting there.
Li Butong leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, his head lowered in silence. He looked somewhat defeated and dispirited.
Yan Hongyu's face was slightly pale. Her injuries were not serious, but her faintly furrowed brows made her look weighed down with worries. Cao Mengyu's face was as white as paper, her bloodless lips pressed tightly together. She sat cross-legged on a chair, eyes closed as she regulated her breathing. It was plain at a glance that her vitality had been severely depleted.
Two other fellow disciples in the Foundation Establishment Realm were also resting with their eyes closed in different