In the sky, Mo Qing glanced at Li Yan. He had not expected this newly advanced junior brother to react so swiftly to danger.
"Thank you, Junior Brother!"
Li Yan merely nodded without speaking.
His Divine Sense was powerful, and when he saw Yu Yuan of Ten-Step Academy flee here with pursuers on his heels, his habitually cautious mind had gone taut.
He immediately began watching the visiting Nascent Soul Cultivators around him. It was a habit Li Yan had developed over many years.
Then he noticed Qi Jinghong, who had questioned him earlier, edging toward Mo Qing's back while everyone talked, as if by chance.
Just as Li Yan grew suspicious, he sensed a sudden surge of spiritual power from Qi Jinghong. He locked onto him in an instant and struck, interrupting his attack.
Mo Qing fixed Hang Lin with another stare, then looked toward the hundred-odd people already fighting numerous cultivators nearby in the air.
His gaze swept across the faces of Qi Jinghong, Master Dajing, Hang Lin, and the Nascent Soul Cultivator surnamed Ye from Twelve Docks.
There was no need to ask. With their experience, Mo Qing and the others understood what had happened.
Besides, apart from Li Yan and Li Yuyin, who had only recently reached the Nascent Soul Realm, they—including Wei Zhongran—knew many secrets concerning the hunt for the Devil Race.
Coupled with Yu Yuan's account of the ambush and the group of Tai Xuan Sect cultivators lying fallen beside Qiu Jiuzhen below, the truth was plain.
Hang Lin and those nine disciples had betrayed Tai Xuan Sect. Ten-Step Academy and Pure Land Sect had known nothing, though all three sects had long been secretly allied.
Tai Xuan Sect had undoubtedly sold out the other two sects' movements. But Arhat Yiye had departed unexpectedly,