"Go~" Quan Jie was a little heartsick, but he still forced himself to urge the spirit bird onward. The Ruoling Bird flapped its wings unwillingly a few times in midair before shooting toward the high heavens!
"Eh~" In less than a moment, an even more astonished expression appeared on Quan Jie's face. He hurriedly said to Qian Feng, "Senior Brother Qian, quickly report this to the Golden Core senior. Another two hundred or so sword cultivators have appeared ten miles away. Most of them have Sword Nurturing cultivation, and they look much like those few swordsmen from before, all fleeing in disarray! Moreover... half of these sword cultivators are female swordswomen! In this little brother's view, Qin Jian definitely will not be coming, or perhaps he has been drawn away by another challenge. Rather than waste our time again, we might as well gain something..."
"Good!" Qian Feng's face lit up with delight. Naturally, he did not dare rashly sweep out his divine sense. Instead, he hastily flew away lightly to find Pan Hao. According to everyone's agreement, in order not to alarm Qin Jian and expose their ambush, among these several hundred people, only the Golden Core cultivator could release divine sense. No one else was permitted to do so.
Just as Qian Feng left, the Ruoling Bird flew back down from the sky. The chill around its body had grown even stronger, and a thin layer of ice covered it from head to toe. By the time it reached above Quan Jie's head, it nearly dropped straight down.
After Quan Jie took back the Ruoling Bird, he anxiously looked toward where Qian Feng had vanished. High above his head, several thousand zhang in the sky, beyond a few clear white clouds, an eagle-shaped shadow flickered in and out