Heaven Immortal Cold Light cupped his fists gently. "Fellow Daoists, don't worry. Astral Sect has already heard about this. After today, we'll make a few copies of this painting and send them down separately. If we discover anything, Astral Sect will definitely suppress this person with all our might!"
"Yes,"
An Earth Execution Guard nodded slightly and surveyed his surroundings. He swept his gaze across the crowd in front of the sect sharply.
Su Zimo's current appearance was very different from the painting. He was covered in mud and his face was red, as though he had already fallen asleep.
The gaze of the Earth Execution Guard swept past him without stopping at all.
"Have any of you seen this person?"
The Earth Execution Guard on the left shook the painting in his hands and asked in a deep voice.
"Exalted Immortal, we've waited here for two days along the way but haven't seen this person,"
