Amidst the bright sky, worn out and damaged shuttles flew towards Gu Shan Guan.
Today was the seventh day since they went out to war making everyone busy in the city.
All the shuttles that set out to eliminate the demons in different cities all managed to return. The cultivators who were assigned to guard Ju Shan Guan were busy registering the battle points of the cultivators who participated in missions.
At the gate of the city, the cultivators who became embroiled in bloodbaths earlier exchanged their battle points for immortal jade, pills and treasures to increase their strength.
Above the gate tower, a woman in a plain-colored dress was looking at the edge of the sky with a concerned expression.
The stench of blood fills the air. But his shuttle hasn't returned yet.
"Suqiu Xianzi, don't worry. Ning… Fellow Daoist Zhou is strong. He would surely be safe…" Jing Zhuo tried to console her.
