A few hours passed in the blink of an eye. The journey was swift, facilitated by the combined power of three Jindan cultivators flying on their spirit swords. Luo, at the peak of the Jindan realm, led the charge, his mind still chewing on the calculated risk he had taken with Wang Yi. The towering mountain range of the sect, shrouded in ethereal clouds and radiating an ancient, formidable spiritual pressure, dominated the northern horizon.
As they neared the highest peak, where the main protective formation of the sect was located, Luo abruptly sensed a shift in the ambient qi… a profound, cold fluctuation that was entirely foreign. He instantly pulled his spirit sword to a halt. His two followers, less perceptive, crashed to a stop behind him.
