The Heavenly Gang Sect had lashed out like a cornered dog because they were too unyielding, and with a Sacred Land backing them, they refused to bow their heads easily.
But the Cold Abyss Sect was different.
The way they kept such a low profile already showed that they did not want to stir up trouble, much less let matters escalate.
Once they planted the Demonic Artifact atop the sect's main hall...
Wouldn't they be able to name whatever price they wanted?
"All right, let's go!" Chun Xiaobai slapped his thigh.
"Right!"
"Great King, wait a moment!"
Nobody knew what Fang Yuan and Bai Yutang were doing. They had hidden in a distant corner, clanging and banging away as they tinkered, and only emerged after quite some time.
Then everyone perked up, packed their belongings, and headed straight north.
The Cold Abyss Sect's mountain gate lay among the northwestern mountains, fifty thousand li away.
The place was remote, but it was not poor.
The ancient mountain range they occupied contained several spirit stone veins and deposits of profound spirit ore, as well as plenty of spirit plants rarely seen elsewhere.
Those natural resources alone were enough to support the entire sect's daily operations.
On top of that, whenever their disciples entered a Secret Realm, they plucked feathers from every passing goose, wanting to stuff anything alive into their pockets.
One could imagine just how fat this sect was.
The group did not pause for a moment, racing along like the wind and lightning.
By evening, they finally reached the Cold Abyss Sect.
During their flight, everyone had learned what keeping a truly low profile meant.
Within ten thousand li of the Cold Abyss Sect, they had seen not a single soul, and barely even a few wild beasts.
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