Seeing their Martial Uncle leave, Guang Haoyou exchanged glances with his junior brothers, and in the end, they followed him. The usual routine: this Martial Uncle needed watching. At worst, they would stand farther away and stay out of his way.
If they left him alone, he really might vanish without a trace the moment he broke free.
The wind was too strong for them to leap across the Abyss. They could only get across by jumping down into it.
As for how their Martial Uncle had crossed, they could not make sense of it. Whatever he had done, it was different from their method. He seemed to have slipped into the wind, or perhaps the wind had whisked him away in an instant.
They were chasing their Martial Uncle, while their Martial Uncle was chasing Shi Chun.
Because Shi Chun and his companions had run off first.
They had to get away while the others still did not know the Boundless Banner had stopped working.
At least, that was what Shi Chun and his companions believed. They thought the others might not yet know that lightning had ruined the Boundless Banner.
They had a head start, but they could not move fast. The wind was so strong it felt downright unnatural. They could not use the Wind Scales, and if they leaped up, the wind would carry them away. All they could do was sprint along the ground against the gale.
They crossed a hill, keeping their eyes on every direction. The three had just slipped down from the crest and reached halfway down the slope when they all froze. The arcs flashing through the sky illuminated a figure hovering ahead of them, his robes drifting like those of an immortal.
They thought their eyes were playing tricks on