The Saintess's eyes turned red.
Mo Changlin pondered the meaning behind Elder Yang's words.
Return to where you came from.
"Xiao Hua, leave here and go to the other side of the Sea of Blood."
Elder Yang said to the Saintess.
As soon as he finished speaking, his body, covered in cracks, turned to ashes, disintegrating into the air like dust, leaving only an empty wheelchair behind.
"Elder Yang."
The Saintess sobbed uncontrollably.
"Grand Elder, it's bad news! Many loose cultivators have arrived outside the mountain gate and are attacking the sect's array."
A young elder suddenly ran over.
Upon hearing this, Mo Changlin extended his spiritual sense over the back mountain, covering the area outside the sect.
A large number of loose cultivators appeared within the range of his spiritual sense, many of whom were powerful figures from the other side of the Sea of Blood.
"Return to where you came from."
"I understand now."
Mo Changlin sighed deeply.
