On a small hill outside Green Bamboo Mountain, a three-zhang-long Flying Sword flew past from dozens of zhang high in the sky.
Lin Xingli's face was weary as he carried five mortals. The pace was too slow, and after three days of walking and stopping, they finally made it back to the clan.
After half a quarter of an hour, the great sword stopped outside the Protective Clan Formation and moved no more.
The few people on the Spirit Sword were puzzled, but they didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Lin Xingli stood up, standing atop the body of the sword, took out his Identity Token, and cast a Law Decree.
A streak of green light entered the invisible and colorless light curtain.
After half a breath's time had passed, a crack appeared in the great formation. Lin Xingli, controlling the great sword, flew into the formation, and the crack swiftly returned to normal.
