Just then, a divine sense swept over from Xiao Hua's rear flank. The moment it discovered them, it immediately locked firmly onto the group.
"Eh? That sword cultivator actually came at us from behind?" Xiao Hua was surprised. He hurriedly released his Buddhist sense, and once he saw clearly, a thoughtful expression flickered across his face.
"Quick, Xiao Hua, hurry and fly to the foothills ahead!" Dui Qimeng's call sounded in Xiao Hua's ears. "We'll meet the enemy there!"
"Yes!" Xiao Hua answered aloud, yet he was in no hurry to fly forward.
"I heard from Eldest Senior Brother that you flew extremely fast. Why are you so slow?" Seeing Xiao Hua's unhurried flight, Cui Hongshen grew anxious. Yet before Xiao Hua could reach the foothills, a faint brown dot appeared in the distant sky. Once it entered the range of everyone's divine senses, relaxed expressions appeared on their faces.
It turned out to be a small Flowing Cloud Flying Boat—the very kind used by Seven Wonders Sect disciples!
Since they were Daoist disciples, regardless of which sect they belonged to, the Thunder Control Sect disciples had no need to fear them. Cui Hongshen waved a hand, leaving Xiao Hua and the others where they were, while he and Zhen Minghui flew into the air to greet them.
The flying artifact was indeed swift. Within the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, it arrived before them. When the Flowing Cloud Flying Boat came to a stop, a mid-Foundation Establishment elder led two early Foundation Establishment middle-aged men down from the vessel. His gaze swept over Cui Hongshen before glancing at the people hidden atop the foothills. He cupped his hands and said, "I wondered who it might be. So it is fellow Daoists from the Thunder