The cultivators of the Yin Sifting Sect had not left for long when suddenly, figures flickered in a nearby pavilion, and two monks emerged.
They glanced at the empty entrance and whispered a few words to each other with grave expressions; then, they also stepped out.
As soon as they left the city market, the two split up. One of them shook a small flag in their hand, and their figure disappeared in a purple qi, then stealthily pursued in the direction Ge Tianhao and his group had left.
The other headed in a different direction, transforming into a streak of light that shot straight toward the imperial city.
…
At this time, on a nameless desert mountain near Jinjing, a wealthy-looking elder was speaking to Han Li with an intriguing expression:
"We've already teleported here. Don't you want to ask something?"
