Just as Mu Sha felt a chill in his heart, wondering whether the enemy had made other arrangements or whether his group had once again stumbled into a hidden formation,
a voice suddenly sounded in his mind—familiar, yet after so long apart, strangely unfamiliar.
"Sha'er, you have done very well. You need not worry about the pursuers behind you anymore. Immediately lead your men onward and keep flying.
"After you return, tell your mother that I will wait for her ten thousand li west of the rear of your army. If you have time, come along with her. We can discuss the rest then!"
Mu Sha's entire body jolted, but he quickly reacted, his heart already filled with boundless shock.
"Is... is that Father? He has come to the Jieyou Realm?"
But that thought had barely flashed through his mind before an urgent voice from behind interrupted him.
"My lord, something is wrong..."
Others had already noticed the anomaly and immediately reported it to Mu Sha.
"I know. Ignore those changes. Our priority now is to leave this place as quickly as possible. There is no need to care how they have deployed themselves. Continue retreating at full speed!"
Yet before the soldier below could finish speaking, Mu Sha's voice had already sounded in everyone's minds. His voice was utterly calm, with no hint of anything amiss.
His speed surged sharply once more, without the slightest pause. The more than twenty cultivators behind him immediately understood Mu Sha's meaning.
They felt that the Thousand Commander was right. Their mission had already failed, so everything now depended on safely returning to the army.
Since they had already thrown part of the encircling enemy behind them, there was no need to care why the enemy had suddenly vanished. Their purpose was still