Jiang Yan only remembered what Long Yan had said when he joined.
Aside from the senior brothers and sisters who had already fallen.
Among Blowing Fire Daoist's remaining disciples, the second, fifth, sixth, and seventh senior brothers and sisters were at the Prefecture Academy, now joined by Jiang Yan.
The eldest senior brother was at the Commandery Academy, while the third senior sister and tenth senior brother held posts in the Dao Army.
Jiang Yan had thought they were not in the East River Realm, yet he had never expected to meet one of them so soon.
Riding their spirit beasts, the two landed at a secluded volcanic crater.
Jiang Yan raised his head and surveyed the surroundings. There was nothing special about this place. Had Long Yan not brought him here personally, he probably would not have spared it another glance even if he flew overhead.
Long Yan recalled the Red Glaze Soul, then raised his hand and sent out a streak of spiritual light, which vanished into the air before them in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Yan also had Yanbao turn into a small beast and lie on his shoulder. Seeing his senior brother waiting motionlessly where he stood, he followed suit without asking more.
Fortunately, the two were not kept waiting long after that streak of spiritual light disappeared.
After a ripple, the originally deserted crater before them transformed, revealing a dozen or so Daoists along with several spirit beasts.
This should be that small squad of the Dao Army, right?
Jiang Yan swept his gaze over them and recognized from the markings on their cuffs that these people should be under East River's command.
Their leader was a tall, powerfully built male Daoist with a head of red hair.
When he saw Long Yan