"Welcome back to the sect, Sect Master!"
Whoosh-
With several cultivators in tow, Shen Fu descended straight into the Primordial Demon Sect, his expression cold.
Han Yanzi had taken Changyang Divine Mountain away. All that remained in this territory now was a shocking, blood-red depression.
Seeing Shen Fu's icy expression, the Demon Sect cultivators guarding the formation dared not invite trouble. After bowing respectfully, they hurriedly stepped aside.
Shen Fu paid them no heed. With a trace of barely perceptible anxiety and urgency in his eyes, he surveyed the surrounding sect grounds.
Yet he could find no flaw at all.
He shouldn't have taken them all away...
Shen Fu's thoughts raced:
Han Yanzi has always been cautious-a cunning hare keeps three burrows... He didn't kill those two Spirit Transformation cultivators from the Qin Clan, but kept them separately. Presumably, he intended to refine them into two of the nine children...
He has two with him. Given his nature, there must be more in the sect.
Where? They should be in that secret realm from before... But where is the secret realm hidden?
Shen Fu anxiously looked around again, sweeping his Divine Sense over the area repeatedly.
Han Yanzi very rarely left the sect alone, especially while Shen Fu was still within it.
Thus, this was one of the few opportunities he could exploit.
Once Han Yanzi finished harvesting the Martial Nation and returned to the sect, there would never be another opportunity this suitable.
He therefore had to complete what was very likely his final search while Han Yanzi was away.
Xiyin... is he even still here?
As his thoughts turned, he dismissed the many cultivators following him. His palm opened slightly, and he brought forth a Netherblack Treasure Cauldron with four legs and two handles.
Silently reciting an incantation,