Half an hour later, watching Tinglan's figure turn into a long rainbow and vanish into the distance, Li Yan glanced at Mu Guyue.
"Things here are finally settled. We can go back now!"
When Mu Guyue heard Li Yan say the word "we," her expression did not change, but Mu Sha came to mind once more.
When she faced Mu Sha again, she would no longer feel that same guilt. After all, she could finally give him an explanation.
Moreover, the person Mu Sha had always wanted to know about was not some weak and feeble human. This was actually very important to the Black Devil Race.
After all, the Devil Race had always revered the strong above all else!
Banjiang, now wearing the handsome features of a young man, was in the sect's main hall, assigning tasks to his two disciples.
Now that he was the master of a sect, as the Po Jun Sect steadily grew stronger, he had come to understand the hardships his master and martial uncle had once endured.
But as time passed, he had become increasingly adept at handling sect affairs, arranging every matter in perfect order.
After regaining his confidence, he had also taken in two disciples to continue his master's lineage. Today, he was giving them some instructions.
Just then, someone outside the hall suddenly shouted.
"Who goes there? How dare you barge into this important sect ground!"
Li Yan frowned. He and Mu Guyue had not entered through the mountain gate, but had descended directly from the sky into the sect.
After the token at his waist flashed once, the sect-protecting formation did not attack him. This showed that the formation had not undergone any major changes over the past nearly two hundred years.
That was actually the most normal thing.