Perhaps Lin Jiaojiao really was lucky enough. Not only had the Wandering Ghosts failed to discover her, but half an hour later, the others arrived where she was waiting.
Strictly speaking, they had not come for her. They were cultivators who had stumbled into this place while fleeing something even more terrifying.
By the greatest coincidence, she knew these cultivators. They were none other than the missing fellow disciples she had been searching for.
A light of hope immediately shone in Lin Jiaojiao's eyes. She thought she was saved.
But a deep bitterness followed on its heels. She had gone out to seek help, yet not only had she failed to bring anyone back, she might even end up troubling these senior brothers to take a cripple like her with them.
For a moment, Lin Jiaojiao did not know whether she should step out and become their burden.
Meanwhile, the disciples of the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect knew nothing of the jumble of emotions in Lin Jiaojiao's heart. They were desperately killing the Wandering Ghosts charging down the mountain at them.
Multicolored Arts and black yin resentful qi continually crossed in the air, with faint explosions occasionally sounding as the Arts collided.
For the disciples of the Mystic Dharma Immortal Sect, dealing with the Wandering Ghosts on this mountain was actually fairly easy. Before long, they had cut a path straight through them.
In the end, a somewhat short disciple noticed the presence of an extra person during the battle.
"Who's there! Come out!" After dealing with the last vengeful ghost before him, he abruptly pointed his sword toward the gap between two large rocks nearby.
Lin Jiaojiao froze, but still slowly walked out.
"Jiaojiao!?" The disciple was so surprised that even his voice sounded distorted.
Although Lin Jiaojiao's face