Qianji was still refining the "Black Cloud Frost Condensation Worm." Aside from no longer needing anyone to stand guard, he could only rely on himself, and there was no telling when he would emerge from seclusion.
The two Demon Beasts had endured their share of hardship following him. Because of his cautious nature and his desire to conceal his trump cards, they had been unable to roam outside for years, spending most of their time hidden inside Tuban.
Now that he had returned to the sect, there was no longer any need for such concerns. He could let them enjoy some freedom for a while.
He had also informed his master and eldest senior brother about this, lest the sudden appearance of a third-tier Demon Beast equivalent to a Golden Core Realm cultivator on Small Bamboo Peak cause unnecessary trouble.
In the courtyard, excitement flashed in Zi Kun's eyes. He held two fingers together and pointed into the air. A small purple flag spun swiftly before hovering overhead.
As Zi Kun activated the incantation, the flag turned into a streak of purple light and instantly sank into the ground beneath his feet.
A translucent purple barrier flashed above Li Yan's bamboo courtyard, then everything returned to normal.
At the same time, in a room somewhere on Small Bamboo Peak, Wei Zhongran, seated cross-legged, gently lifted his eyelids. His Divine Sense swiftly swept outward, and by the time he withdrew it, a faint smile had appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"What a formidable formation. Even a late Golden Core Realm cultivator might not be able to break through it easily!"
After murmuring those words, he settled back into meditation and regulated his breathing.
By then, Li Yan had already slipped into the cultivation chamber, and the door closed softly