Ying Ming Hao, Ye Hua, and Little Chicken Kun played and roughhoused to their hearts' content, stopping only when they were out of breath.
Then, as though their bones had come apart, they plopped down beside the railing, leaned back against it, and crossed their legs for a short rest.
In truth, Ying Ming Hao had decided to take the flying ship only after careful consideration.
Not only were there plenty of disciples here, but sect elders were also stationed aboard, making it a very safe place.
Even if Zhao Xu, Yu Huohuo, and the others harbored sinister intentions toward them, they would never dare attack them openly here.
After all, if they struck here, they would first have to get past the elders, then slaughter every disciple aboard before they could ensure their own safe escape.
Of course, all that depended on them having extraordinary strength, enough to swiftly defeat the elders and the many disciples, then flee the scene before reinforcements from the sect arrived!
Moreover, they would have to destroy the bodies and erase every trace, leaving not so much as a thread of evidence. Otherwise, the trouble would never end, and others could easily follow the vine to the melon and track them down.
Yet even if they truly possessed such ability, no ordinary person would dare do this unless they had lost their minds completely.
After all, if so many disciples met their deaths near the Misty Sect, yet the Misty Sect failed to bring their killers to justice, wouldn't it become a laughingstock?
When that happened, the Misty Sect would spare no effort in hunting down the killers to make an example of them.
Otherwise, its prestige would plummet into an abyss, and its hollow title as the foremost sect on the South