"Th-then, Great King," Fang Yuan asked, "are we heading back to the Azure Cloud Sect?"
Chun Xiaobai did not have any particularly good ideas about that either.
He had originally planned to pull off this lucrative job, then find a mountain to crown himself king on and slowly recruit followers.
But he had never expected that this money would not even cover laying the foundations. What the hell was he supposed to build?
Although he carried countless plundered magical artifacts and other treasures, they all bore sect markings and would be difficult to sell.
He could only figure something out bit by bit later.
Still, he stuck to his original backup plan.
"We'll assess the situation once we get out."
"If the people up there are hunting us down in force, we'll each return to our own sect to lie low. Once the storm blows over, we'll gather here again!"
"If they start fighting, we'll take advantage of the chaos and fly far away!"
Fang Yuan and the others thought it over. This did indeed seem like the safest, most reliable course available.
After all, they had just committed such an enormous crime. If the four of them stayed together and were discovered, they would all be swept into the same net.
If they split up first, even if one of them was unlucky enough to get caught, the others would still have a chance to escape.
With that thought, Fang Yuan and the other two answered in unison.
"All right!"
Meanwhile, in the skies above the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits.
Battle banners snapped in the wind, blotting out the sky and sun.
Two great armies advanced: one aboard radiant sect warships, the other made up of hideous, terrifying war puppets.
Both carved long trails across the heavens,