But regardless of what the true situation was, now that they had arrived at Phoenix Tree Continent, the Immortal Mist Island masters, relaxed outside but tense inside, would take action. By the pool, a transmission talisman descended from the sky and flew to Zhu Tingtao's side. It dispersed only after he listened intently for a moment.
"Mister Ji, most cultivators of our sect above the Chaoyuan realm will be leaving the island. Please wait a moment longer. I will return shortly, and then we can set out together."
"Very well. I shall follow Fellow Daoist Zhu's arrangements."
After their brief exchange, Zhu Tingtao leaped up and transformed into light as he departed. Evidently, he was answering the Sect Leader's summons.
The cultivators who had activated Immortal Mist Island's Great Teleportation Formation this time were one group. They had now more or less exhausted their magical power and needed to recuperate, so another group, including Zhu Tingtao, was being sent to search for the Phoenix's traces.
Clearly, Immortal Mist Island had made everything brief and to the point. Zhu Tingtao returned after only a little over fifteen minutes. He was no longer alone; over thirty people rode the wind behind him, every one of them at least a Chaoyuan True Person.
"Mister Ji, let us depart! These are the accompanying True Persons. Please conceal yourself for the moment. I will distract them afterward."
Zhu Tingtao's voice transmission reached him, and Ji Yuan immediately understood. He concealed himself and vanished directly from beside the pool.
Zhu Tingtao led the group of cultivators in a brief stop by the pool, putting on a show as he took a few things, before leading them away once more.
Ji Yuan did not reveal himself. When Zhu Tingtao took to the air again, he too stepped