Within three breaths' time—
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
Twenty-eight streaks of escaping light, each of a different color, shot out from the sect's gates and streaked across the Sky Dome like shooting stars, instantly reaching the capital of Ye Country.
They stood in mid-air, and the positions in which they stood were deliberate, forming a bright circle that enveloped the entire capital within their energy field.
Each of them held a lamp in their hands.
Stars burned within the lamps, their golden brilliance subdued. Within a radius of thirty-three zhang from where they stood, it was a pure land of starlight.
Leading these Nascent Soul cultivators was a woman.
In her hand, she held a bamboo umbrella adorned with the melancholic scenery of autumn. It was none other than True Master Qiu, who had once bestowed the Autumn Treasure to Song He.
Right now, her expression was laced with confusion as she stared ahead, her eyes twinkling with spiritual light.
