Zhuo Feifan certainly did not trust his fellow disciples to go and kill Qin Feng. If they were not efficient and gave Qin Feng a chance to speak up, revealing his past misdeeds, it would be an immense trouble for him.
However, to the ears of his fellow disciples, his words were quite reassuring.
"Good, we indeed did not misjudge. Junior Brother Zhuo truly is a man of integrity and loyalty."
Surrounded by his fellow disciples, Zhuo Feifan took off his magic robe, laid it over the body of the girl on the ground, picked her up, placed her in his storage bag, and then led the group in pursuit of Qin Feng and Ma Jiu.
Ahead, Qin Feng and Ma Jiu were each riding a spiritual bird in desperate escape.
But the spiritual birds they rode were, after all, not as strong and could fly long distances but could not match the speed of the sword cultivators following them.
As such, it did not take long for several cultivators from Taiyi Mountain to close in to within a few hundred yards.
