"Off we go~"
Li Ping'an plunged into that mass of rosy light.
His divine sense soon locked onto the strongest auras within it, which he reckoned belonged to the leaders.
There were three leaders. The elderly cultivator in the middle paused slightly.
He looked southeast, frowning faintly.
A moment later, the others also sensed an aura rapidly approaching.
"Whoosh~"
The sword light trailed a tail like a shooting star, swiftly drawing closer from afar.
"Tsk~"
They had only just sensed the aura when the figure was already before them.
Everyone looked curiously at the man in blue robes.
Yet they could discern nothing about him, and the same went for the black ox.
It was as though they were a pool of stagnant water.
No matter how much was thrown in, there would be no sound.
The kitten, on the other hand, was examined inside and out.
The kitten knew nothing of this and buried its head against Old Ox's head.
Its large eyes stared at them without blinking.
There were no immortal abodes or sects here.
Perhaps this was some passing Daoist.
The elderly leader cupped his hands slightly. "We are cultivators from Shushan. May I ask where you hail from, fellow Daoist, and what brings you here?"
Li Ping'an stopped a short distance away and returned the salute.
"Greetings, everyone. My surname is Li, and my given name is Ping'an.
"I, too, was once a Shushan disciple. My greetings to you all, fellow Daoists.
"I came to revisit an old haunt and happened to encounter you.
"May I ask where you are all headed?
"With such a large company, has something happened?"
A Shushan disciple? Li Ping'an!?
Their gazes grew even more astonished.
During the Battle of Tengchong City, many disciples had gone to fight, led by Shushan's