The Grand Supreme Elders hurried after them too.
The elders of Cloudpeak Sacred Land watched, their brows twitching wildly.
At last, one Ancestor could no longer hold back. He called out to Lei Yantian, "Sacred Lord, something's wrong with these people!"
Lei Yantian snapped, "I'm not blind!"
A Grand Supreme Elder immediately said, "Quick! We can't let them escape!"
Just as everyone was about to rush out and intercept Chun Xiaobai and the others, Lei Yantian suddenly raised a hand.
"Stop!"
Everyone halted and looked at him in confusion.
"Sacred Lord, these people clearly came to extort us. Are we really just going to let them leave?"
Lei Yantian said gravely, "Can you be certain they aren't Emperor Pavilion Envoys?"
"They definitely aren't!" a middle-aged elder declared at once. "What Emperor Pavilion Envoy would come here to extort us?"
"Exactly!" someone beside him agreed. "They took the treasures and left. They don't even want this demon cultivator anymore!"
At that moment, Elder Liu, pinned to the ground, gazed at the familiar faces before him with a heart reduced to cold ashes.
He had never imagined that the sacred land he had selflessly served for three thousand years would sell him out so easily.
Lei Yantian glanced at Liu Qingyang, whose beard kept trembling with rage, and spoke gravely again.
"Though their intentions seem questionable, have you ever seen such standards and discipline? No, let me ask you this: have you even heard of anything like them?"
"Well..." Everyone froze.
Thinking it over carefully, they realized he was right.
This army numbered only a little over two thousand, yet every member was at least at the Nascent Soul stage. More terrifying still, the standards and discipline they displayed were unlike anything anyone had ever seen or heard of.
Merely standing there,