The corner of Qing Chen's mouth twitched.
That stone-faced fellow was as good at putting on airs as ever.
He glanced back at his cave abode-the three layers of formations were completely intact, and the secret chamber deep underground was sealed tight. There was nothing to tidy up.
Activating a magic formula, he withdrew all the formations' spiritual power, swiftly dismantled the formation flags and retrieved them one by one, then immediately followed.
Over forty people had already gathered on a massive floating stone platform in the center of Yellow Maple Valley.
As Qing Chen landed with Yan Moyou, he swept his gaze around-
Dugu Yifang, Yuwen Huaji, Linghu Xuanji, Qing Yuanjia, Tuoba Shanhai, Yue Qianchou, Li Hanyi, Gong Xinghe.
Except for the Iron Household, the heads or key figures of all Nine Great Aristocratic Clans were present.
There were also over thirty others, all Great Cultivator elders brought in by the various clans or core Nascent Soul clansmen who had arrived one after another.
Gong Shisan was among them, standing behind Gong Xinghe. His eyes lit up when he saw Qing Chen, and he nodded.
Qing Chen inclined his head slightly and continued looking around. When his gaze fell on Qing Yuanjia, the other man was looking at him with calm eyes, even carrying a trace of a smile and goodwill.
Tuoba Shanhai noticed Qing Chen too and gave him a cold glance, but said nothing.
"Everyone's here." Linghu Xuanji stroked his beard and spoke with a chuckle. "Then let's set off. Dugu Household Head, please. Branch Master Yan, please."
Yan Moyou nodded without speaking, transformed directly into a streak of dark light, and shot into the sky without the slightest show of modesty.
Everyone followed close behind.
Dozens of streaks of escape light left Yellow Maple