"Senior, we're here." The white-robed Cultivator stood cautiously on his flying sword, speaking respectfully to Song Changsheng.
Even without him saying anything, Song Changsheng had already spotted the cluster of buildings in the distant mountain hollow. It was quite large, home to at least tens of thousands of people.
Song Changsheng descended to the ground and asked the white-robed Cultivator following behind him, "What's your name?"
"I am Wum Yan," the white-robed Cultivator replied respectfully.
"Mm. Your task is complete now that we're here. Go back. If a fight breaks out, I can't guarantee I'll be able to protect you." Song Changsheng gave a slight nod. He rather admired this man. A Gu Cultivator's methods were impossible to guard against, and he didn't want him to throw his life away for nothing.
"As you command. May you be victorious, Senior." Wum Yan wanted to go and see for himself who was so vicious as to try to kill all dozen of them over a mere disagreement.
