"Junior Brother Yin."
"Yin Dong is here!"
The long-faced cultivator hurriedly answered.
The cultivator surnamed Feng looked grave. "Hurry back to the valley and report this in person. You must persuade an elder to intervene!"
"Ask an elder to intervene?"
The long-faced cultivator froze slightly.
"The Xuli Sect has reaped considerable gains from trading with the Demonic Cult over the years. They may not have more Gold Core True Persons than our Returning Wind Valley, but at the Foundation Establishment level, they have indeed far surpassed both our Returning Wind Valley and the Danlong Gate."
"Without an elder's help, we may not be able to stop them!"
"Besides, this Shen Fu is one of the few people the Valley Master specifically ordered us to capture. He is far more valuable than ordinary cultivators skilled in the Hundred Arts. With an elder involved, nothing can possibly go wrong!"
The cultivator surnamed Feng explained rapidly.
His words carried an air of decisive, lightning-swift action.
"Yes!"
Hearing this, the long-faced cultivator felt both grave concern and tremendous excitement.
But he soon realized something:
"Then won't you be in danger, Senior Brother?"
"Heh, don't worry."
The cultivator surnamed Feng wore a look of quiet confidence, as though he held the pearl of wisdom in his hand.
"The Xuli Sect's people wouldn't dare do that. With Zhenling Palace still around, we're allies, not enemies."
The long-faced cultivator began to understand.
Then he straightened his expression and said solemnly:
"Rest assured, Senior Brother! I won't fail you!"
With that, he flew off alone toward Returning Wind Valley.
The cultivator surnamed Feng nodded slightly at the sight, then changed direction with the other Returning Wind Valley disciples and vanished into the horizon.
Something's wrong!
Wang Ba looked outside with a solemn expression.
Although the atmosphere throughout