Flying Riders Trample the Night, Stirring Up Storms

Likewise, there were many disciples who shared Feng Tao's view.

Such people were either like Feng Tao, inexperienced in worldly affairs, and deliberately misled by the aged voice in the cave, which kept stressing the word "mission," allowing first impressions to shape their judgment.

The other kind of disciple was what people often called a "one-track mind." They might possess decent talent for cultivation, but aside from devoting themselves wholeheartedly to cultivation, they reacted far more slowly to everything else.

People like them easily wandered into a blind alley and could not find their way out for some time.

"If it isn't a mission, then it should be..."

Just as Li Yan felt he had basically reached a conclusion, a thunderous voice suddenly rolled across heaven and earth, echoing above Falling Star Valley.

"Tian Xingzi, you ran quite fast. If you wanted to visit my Riftwind Clan, you could have come openly and aboveboard. Why sneak around like a thief? How petty. Hahaha..."

As that voice rang out, several more voices came one after another from different directions, some strong and some weak.

"Brother Changfeng, since Fellow Daoist Tian Xingzi came to our doorstep yet refused to enter as a guest, then we shall come visit him instead. Surely he would not treat his guests poorly..."

"Brother Xue, you moved quickly indeed. If you are visiting, you should at least call your little brother along. I too have come to see how this world-renowned 'Falling Star Valley' entertains its guests..."

"Hehehe, it seems this little sister has not arrived late either."

In but an instant, those voices resounded throughout the skies above Falling Star Valley, leaving Li Yan deeply startled.

From their voices alone, he could tell that these people were all cultivators of profound cultivation. There were men and