"Who goes there?!"
The Xuli Sect cultivators stationed all around looked toward the horizon.
Wang Tang could not help turning toward the voice, and the cultivator surnamed Xu in midair likewise could not resist looking back.
A brilliant streak of light came whistling across the horizon.
Just before entering the range of the Space-Locking Formation, the figure abruptly stopped, robes billowing in the fierce wind.
At the sight of this person, the expression of the cultivator surnamed Xu shifted slightly.
Wang Tang, too, could not help frowning.
He recognized the other man's identity.
"Feng Bao?"
"Someone from Returning Wind Valley... why would he appear here at a time like this?"
One on the ground and the other in midair, Wang Tang and the cultivator surnamed Xu swiftly exchanged a glance.
Their operation to round up rogue cultivators skilled in the hundred arts was extremely secret, and they absolutely could not let the other two sects learn of it.
Feng Bao's appearance instantly stirred murderous intent in both men, but they could not determine how much he knew or whether he had hidden means at his disposal, leaving them momentarily uncertain how to proceed.
Just then, however, they suddenly saw more than twenty streaks of light rapidly approaching from the horizon, coming to a stop behind Feng Bao one after another.
All wore clothes bearing auspicious cloud emblems, their faces cold as frost as they stared at the Xuli Sect members. They were unmistakably Returning Wind Valley cultivators.
Wang Tang's and the cultivator surnamed Xu's expressions immediately turned exceedingly ugly.
Countless thoughts churned through their minds.
The two swiftly communicated through voice transmissions:
"Damn it! Why have they appeared at a time like this?"
"We deliberately sealed off the surroundings. No one should know! Could someone in the sect have leaked