"They are gone."
Without the strength or numbers, the members of the Immortal Rain Sect could only watch helplessly as Yi Yun and company left.
"What do we do?" Someone looked at Marquis Wu Yun for direction.
"Follow them from afar. Let them pave the way for us. The moment they experience trouble, we can take the opportunity to take action. If it's too dangerous, we will retreat, if not, we can kick them while they are down."
"Alright!"
The members of the Immortal Rain Sect decided on a seemingly ingenious plan. Following behind others was definitely much better than venturing through the minefields themselves.
…
"They are following us."
"Ignore them." As Granny Yin spoke, she took out a metallic compass from her interspatial ring.
It was made of old and rustic bronze. There was even some rust on the compass. It was inscribed with complicated Dao runes and looked like it had been in existence for an immense amount of time.
