Seeing Ling Yunwu follow her suggestion, Yu Wan was overjoyed. Reluctant to part with him, she bade Ling Yunwu farewell. A brilliant blue flying sword emerged beneath her feet and carried her into the distance!
"Never mention that Terrifying Phoenix nonsense again!" Only after Yu Wan had flown far away did Ling Yunwu coldly glare at the Bright Sword disciple. "Fortunately, she was your martial aunt. If it had been someone else who kept digging to the root and probing the bottom, how would you have answered? Did you want thousands of swordsmen to bear the wrath of Sword Transformation Senior?"
"Yes, this disciple knows his mistake!" The Bright Sword disciple immediately understood the crux of the matter and hurriedly bowed in reply.
"However, what you said... is not without reason!" Ling Yunwu narrowed his eyes and looked toward Xuntian City. "Though the possibility is extremely small, if it truly is so... then this Thunder Control Sect disciple is truly interesting!"
"Let's go." After a brief moment of thought, Ling Yunwu waved his hand and led the many disciples across the Quanjin Mountain Range, flying toward Xuntian City!
Yet they had only flown several miles when more than a dozen bird cultivators shot toward them like arrows, each carrying a small dwarf on its back!
Seeing this, Ling Yunwu did not dare be negligent. He stopped in midair, cupped his hands, and said, "Ling Yunwu of the Lingfeng Sword Gate greets Flying Feather Sword Friend!"
The dozen-odd bird cultivators halted in midair. The one in front flapped his wings, his sharp gaze sweeping over Ling Yunwu as he said coldly, "Lingfeng Sword Gate? Your attack zone... does not seem to be here, does it?"
"Hehe, Flying Feather Sword Friend, let Ling explain. I lost something and came to search for