Whoosh!
A group of people dressed in the Sacred Blood Palace's iconic red and black robe flew hurriedly through a dense forest. Right behind them, were the monks of the Everlasting Temple.
They were tasked with only 2 Formation nodes and would likely reach their destination in a few days, assuming they wouldn't be delayed by attacks.
A shrewd looking old man neared Mo Ling Gu. It was the same old man who had tried to cause trouble for the peak masters of the Sky Sword Sect.
"Palace Master, are we-"
'Converse using voice transmission'
Mo Ling Gu's voice ran in the man's head, making him glance around. Of course, they were moving so fast that even if there was anyone around, they wouldn't be able to catch what he was going to say.
However, since the Palace Master has told him to not speak out loud, it meant that there was a possibility that they were being monitored.
'Palace Master, should we... tamper with the Formation nodes?'
