Zhao Xunge tucked his horsetail whisk at his waist, nodded to Yi Yang, and asked, "Commander Yi, why don't you come with me?"
"The monks of the Golden Sun Temple are still making a desperate last stand at the foot of the mountain. If we run into that fiend from the Nine Evil Sect, two of us will have more ways to deal with him than one."
Yi Yang quickly considered the proposal.
Zhao Xunge had a point. The old monster in the Profound Connection Realm had just fled with the Xuannian Stone, and no one could guarantee he wouldn't double back for another strike. Yi Yang had already depleted more than half his true astral force. Going alone really would be risky.
Besides, he had no reason to refuse.
"All right. Let's go together."
Zhao Xunge turned and headed down the steps.
Yi Yang picked up Mysterious Abyss and followed him.
They left the rear mountain's main hall one after the other and headed down the mountain path.
Broken branches and shattered tiles littered both sides of the path. Someone had already carried away the bodies of the Profound Sword Pavilion disciples, but the bloodstains on the ground had yet to be cleaned.
The distant clash of weapons rose intermittently from below, mingled with curses and screams. The monks of the Golden Sun Temple were fighting the remaining Profound Sword Pavilion disciples on the front mountain.
Looking down from the summit, the Profound Sword Pavilion's buildings had been battered into scattered ruins. Several courtyards had nothing left but broken walls.
After they had walked roughly a hundred zhang down the gravel path, Zhao Xunge turned his head. His gaze settled on the long saber wrapped in coarse hemp cloth on Yi Yang's back, and he asked casually, "Commander Yi."