Under the guidance of the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits, all the cultivators followed the black cloud as it headed towards the Sword Mound. In their eyes, this black cloud had been released by the flag of that little demon, so as long as the black mist was present, the flag had to be as well. No one had ever heard of an Ancient weapon that was able to control itself, after all, and these people had no idea that since the Peng King had entered the flag and now acted as its main spirit, the Peng King was able to control it himself. As everyone dashed towards the Sword Mound in such an impressive display, Fang Xing had already left.