"Senior Brother He! I can't hold on much longer!"
He Jin and his two companions were racing forward when Yang Muqing suddenly cried out anxiously.
"Hm?" He Jin looked back and saw the golden light around Yang Muqing's Golden Spirit flickering as though it were about to go out. He hurriedly said, "Hold on! We're almost there!"
"But-!"
"Junior Brother Ding! Let's give Junior Sister Yang a hand!" With that, He Jin guided his Golden Spirit closer to Yang Muqing and placed a palm on her Golden Spirit's shoulder. At the same time, Ding Leng's Golden Spirit placed its hand on the other shoulder.
"Good! Junior Brother Ding!" He Jin shouted at the sight.
"Right!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Golden light blazed from all three Golden Spirits, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds. Rather than slowing down, they accelerated, hurtling forward.
Jin Zhan, who was pursuing them, ground his teeth in fury. After chasing them for several hundred feet and watching the distance grow, he had no choice but to stop in frustration. Had he not been injured, he could have caught them. "You were lucky to run so fast," he muttered. "I'd better go after those Heavenly Dao Sect cultivators instead. They're the ones who gathered piles of spirit herbs, after all. It doesn't matter if a little fish or shrimp slips away!" With that, he turned back to hunt down the other isolated cultivators.
Little did he know that He Jin and his companions had also gathered large quantities of spirit herbs during the opening of the Southwestern Ancient City and stashed them in their Storage Pouches. It was hard to say whether his luck was bad or theirs was simply too good.
At last, Li Xiaoya, Zhang Hong, and the others were driven together. Once the six of them formed