Everyone in Imperial Remnant Manor learned that a gigantic dark tortoise had charged out of the manor.
Quite a few disciples had witnessed it themselves.
"Isn't that the statue at the entrance to the Xuanyuan Sword?"
"Yes, it looks like it. Exactly the same. What? Could he be a divine beast?"
"That's impossible, isn't it? Isn't he a statue?"
Some of the younger, lower-ranking disciples of Imperial Remnant Manor knew nothing about this.
Rather, apart from a few of the manor's higher-ups, most people thought Xuan Tu was merely a statue.
Who could have imagined that such a divine beast would stay there for so long, hardly ever moving? It simply defied belief.
"Look, it's the Ancestor."
"The Ancestor is chasing him."
"He won't escape the Ancestor's palm."
When these disciples saw Xuanyuan Jade Butterfly pursuing him from behind, they immediately grew immensely excited.
For them, getting even a glimpse of the Ancestor was far too difficult.
As usual, Qingfeng came outside to the strange plant.
The strange plant had now borne fruit, with a small green fruit tinged faintly with red growing at its tip.
The fruit was only about the size of a grape.
The strange plant had stopped growing taller and still reached only Qingfeng's knees.
Seeing Qingfeng come out, the strange plant began dancing without a breeze. Its leaves swayed as though greeting him.
"The fruit has ripened a little more. It's redder than it was a few days ago," Qingfeng murmured, reaching out to stroke the fruit gently.
He looked up at his surroundings again. The mist remained, showing no sign that it might disperse.
Qingfeng felt deeply helpless. When it came to formations, his willingness far outstripped his ability.
He was worried about Huang Xiao, Zhao Yunhui and the others, Dugu Sheng, and