Pu Chou suddenly vanished, catching everyone off guard.
The North Ridge Holy Lord was utterly vexed. He had been watching Pu Chou the whole time, so how had the man still disappeared right under his nose?
"It's all fate!" the senior cultivators of the North Ridge Sacred Ground sighed.
"Don't beat yourself up over it. Since he's gone, let him go. Whoever intervened just now must have had the strength of a Demon King. That's why none of us noticed."
"If a Demon King from the Demon Realm wants to rescue someone, there's simply no way we can stop him."
"Everyone, head back and continue the competition. Don't hold things up."
The senior cultivators of the North Ridge Sacred Ground soon flew away, disappearing from everyone's sight.
The others followed, whispering among themselves as they stood on their flying swords.
Naturally, the Sixth Elder also slipped away with the youngsters.
When they returned to the Southern Spirit Sect's lodgings, the Grand Elder was already sitting there.
[Lan Yue: As expected of the Grand Elder. What an impressive bearing!]
Lan Yue secretly buttered him up in her thoughts.
She had no idea that this single thought of hers had made everyone around her involuntarily breathe a sigh of relief.
They did believe he was the Grand Elder. After all, he had already proved his identity, and even his memories checked out.
But without Lan Yue personally confirming it, they still couldn't quite bring themselves to trust him. After all, hadn't that fake Holy Son, whom even the North Ridge Holy Lord had failed to see through, fooled everyone?
Who knew what new tricks or schemes the Devil Race had up their sleeves? They were simply impossible to guard against!
Yet the moment Lan Yue spoke in her mind, they were completely