Several days later.
Qin Ming led his team to the Hanguang Cave Mountains.
Just as the intelligence had said, quite a few foreign cultivators were secretly withdrawing.
As for the people of Carefree Heaven, they had been treated as expendable pawns, choosing to self-destruct alongside the people of the Three Great Sects and squeeze out their last bit of value.
Qin Ming and his group encountered several waves of such remnants as well, but fortunately, they avoided them all in time.
He himself did not mind, but the few team members from the Spirit Herb Garden had too little experience in magical combat and were not suited for slaughter. They could only carry out tasks such as gathering intelligence.
After entering the mountain range, the cultivator surnamed Huang and the others all looked as though they were facing a formidable enemy. After all, they had never truly confronted foreign cultivators before.
Originally, the four of them had been rather unconvinced by this Junior Brother Li from the Spirit Herb Garden serving as their captain. Yet along the way, his calm responses had spared them much unnecessary trouble.
They all began to see him in a new light.
Qin Ming led the four of them through the mountains, and before long, they arrived at the rendezvous point with the Spirit Mist Sect.
Yet when they arrived, there was not a single person in sight.
"Junior Brother Li, the gathering place left by the sect was here. Why is there no one at all?"
"Could they have encountered some unexpected change?"
"Or did we arrive first? Should we wait for a while?"
Faced with this situation, the other four had no idea how to handle it for the moment.
Qin Ming immediately released his divine sense, spreading it through the surrounding area.