On the riverbank in the gorge, the other rescued cultivators exchanged bewildered looks.
They had not heard Song Yan's conversation with the young girl very clearly. Seeing her suddenly use an Escape Technique and fly off as though she had gone mad, they barely reacted. The girl had always been timid.
Compared with that girl, however, they were clearly more concerned about their own circumstances.
"Senior, thank you so much! We shouldn't linger here. We-" one of them said cautiously.
These cultivators had only just regained their Spiritual Power, and most looked somewhat listless, but joy showed on all their faces.
Many of them had never thought they would see the day they regained their freedom.
Once this man spoke, the others chimed in, wanting only to leave this place as quickly as possible.
Song Yan withdrew his gaze and nodded, saying mildly, "Do as you please."
He had never intended to take these people with him anyway.
As though granted a great pardon, everyone thanked him profusely again, then fled in groups of two or three.
Soon, only Song Yan, the Void-Aspect Dharma Body, and that male cultivator remained by the river.
"Fellow Daoist, why haven't you left?" Song Yan asked.
Unexpectedly, the man gave an honest smile. "Senior, did you come here through the Tang Court's Abandoned City?"
"That's right." Song Yan nodded.
"Well, ain't that a coincidence? That's where I came from too. Nearly thirty years have gone by in a blink."
Cultivators who entered Luo Abyss generally stayed a long time. After all, Spirit Abyss only opened once every seven to twelve years.
Song Yan knew this.
"You look like you've only just arrived. Where are you headed? Need me to show you the way?"
Oh!
Little Song slapped his forehead, only then waking as if