At the foot of Wuxuan Temple's mountain.
A group stood silently at the foot of the mountain, waiting for their opportunity.
Chen Mouguang waited silently with his team, but his gaze kept unconsciously drifting toward Chu Xingchen, who looked utterly at ease beside him.
Although he had sounded thoroughly confident when he agreed, he had never actually seen Chu Xingchen fight.
Now that they were really about to act, he was growing increasingly uncertain.
What if this big shot charged up there and Yuyang Daozi finished him off in one move...
Would running away count as unethical?
Unable to hold back, Chen Mouguang finally asked:
"Now that none of them are here, tell me honestly, sir. Are you actually confident you can hold out for an hour or two?"
Chu Xingchen glanced at him. "If I couldn't beat him, would I be here to keep you company on your way to death?"
Chen Mouguang pressed his lips together before cautiously asking:
"Then if you do find yourself unable to hold on, could you give us some advance warning? Whatever else happens, we should at least run faster than the people from the other Immortal Sects, right?"
"Sure. And if I can beat him, I'll find a moment to beat you up while I'm at it." Chu Xingchen turned his gaze toward Wuxuan Temple's mountain gates.
He had to admit, once they reached Central Province, even the aesthetic standards rose.
Wuxuan Temple's architectural style lacked the lavish grandeur and elegance of the Heavenly Derivation Sect.
It leaned toward an evocative style instead. The buildings looked rather plain, but one glance left a comfortable impression, without the oppressive air of ordinary Immortal Sects.
The colors leaned mostly toward blue, and there were few tall buildings to be seen. Only one lofty tower