Soon after, the young cultivators around Guhui Town were all pulled by an invisible force to the gates of Guhui Town.
The people from both sides consciously divided themselves to the left and right. As for Lang Wuhen, who lay not far away on the ground, barely alive and with his cultivation utterly crippled, no one paid him any further attention.
Once everyone had taken their places, they saw Consort Xi's incarnation appear, clad in red armor.
"Greetings, Empress Consort Xi!"
Not only the cultivators of the Tiger Chasing side, but also the cultivators of the three sects, including Xue Qingluan, all bowed in unison.
They knew perfectly well which ruthless figures of Tiger Chasing could not be provoked.
Now that their own elders had fled at the first sign of trouble, they could only submit to the Tiger Chasing side's judgment.
"Rise."
"Thank you, Empress."
Consort Xi swept her gaze over the crowd before finally settling it on Yang Lingrui.
"Those two were well killed."
Consort Xi praised him, "If they were not taught what pain felt like, they truly would have taken the two battlefields for playgrounds where their disciples could amuse themselves."
As she spoke, Consort Xi spread a hand and summoned two palms, one azure and one white.
The palms of those Spiritual Incarnations had already been refined by her to ordinary size.
"They came because of you, so this treasure shall be bestowed upon you. You have rendered merit in slaying enemies and merit in seizing the Dao. In the future, there will surely be a place for you, Yang Lingrui, in the Northwest of Azure Waves."
"Thank you, Empress, for bestowing this treasure!"
Yang Lingrui raised both hands, stepped forward with a bow, and received the two palms.
Behind him, the five sect disciples,