The cultivators of the Changlin Sect were still in a prolonged coma. Once the Pojun Sect arrived, they would see how these people were to be dealt with. Even if some were willing to pledge themselves to the Pojun Sect, that would only be discussed after careful screening and review!
Elder Tang and the other two moved swiftly through the forest for four or five li, and the view before them suddenly opened wide. They had already walked out of the damp, dense woods, and ahead appeared a stretch of flat valley floor, with some buildings situated within it.
But there were no grand structures here. The Changlin Sect's strength had always belonged to the bottom tier, and all they thought about here was survival and cultivation.
They had even shrunk the sect's grounds to a range of several dozen li, and had still less thought to spare for such matters. As long as this place could be used, that was enough.
Once Elder Tang and the other two emerged from the dense forest, they immediately stopped. The three of them had already swept their divine sense rapidly over the surroundings.
The Changlin Sect did have a plaza where its disciples and members gathered, but its area was far too small, holding at most two or three hundred people. This stretch of land outside the dense forest could be considered the buffer zone between the inner valley and the sect.
Although there were slopes and huge boulders here, it was still quite open. Then Elder Tang casually waved a hand, and several figures instantly appeared before him. They were Shangguan Tianque, Li Yan, and the others.
"We're here!"
Elder Tang's faint voice rang out.
Two years later, Li Yan walked along a stone path. The cultivators he met along