Xue Ying was not in a rush. He tore through the void and returned back leisurely.
'Sky Sword Mountain.' Xue Ying appeared from nothingness. Right in front of him was the Sky Sword Mountain. Currently, the entire place looked ravaged. Many places were still burning with flames. Even though the war had ended, Sky Sword Mountain still suffered from huge losses. Even their Daoist Elder had died, along with many peak masters, worshippers, elders, and disciples.
"Sou."
Xue Ying's figure flashed. He arrived at the peak of a mountain. Here gathered a group of experts. They were currently protecting that black-robed middle-aged male seated cross-legged in the center.
"Senior." A sweet-sounding voice was heard.
Xue Ying looked over. It was that red-robed girl.
