Xiao Hua listened without any hesitation. He rose into the air, followed Shui Chong diagonally northeast for nearly a thousand zhang, then tailed the other cultivators once more, flying eastward in a formation array.
After all the Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators had left, Du Peng took a deep breath and bowed again to Jin Tu and the others. "Farewell!"
"May Brother Du succeed the moment his horse arrives at the battlefield!" Jin Tu and the others said no more, bowing as they saw him off.
Once Du Peng transformed into a streak of light and flew ahead of all the cultivators, Jin Tu and the others exchanged glances and gently shook their heads. They understood perfectly well that Du Peng's journey was fraught with perils and scant hopes of survival; it would be almost impossible for him to return.
"Let's go, everyone..." Jin Tu looked at the nearby Special Envoy Flying Boats and said, "Today's matter has concluded. By the time the Alliance Leader thinks of the Lost Land again, it will likely be a thousand years from now..."
"A thousand years from now..." Another Spirit Severing cultivator narrowed his eyes at the blazing sun and said softly, "By then, I fear this old man will already have turned into white bones!"
As he spoke, he could not help turning to look at Du Peng's retreating back. "Du Peng's departure looks like a one-way journey with no return, but... who can say whether disaster might not turn into fortune for him? Sometimes, this old man feels an urge to rush into the Wumeng Mountain Range and see just what lies within the Lost Land, whether there might be a way to stop one's lifespan from slipping away!"
"There is no use thinking so much!" Jin Tu shook his