A storm has calmed, and under the apologetic smiles of Qian Cong and Sun Zhou, the members of the Qingkong Sect used the Transmission Array at this defensive point to head straight for the distant Abyssal Rift, high in the sky.
"Phew, to fight face-to-face with the Black Xuan Army of the Xuanzhou Immortal Dynasty and still be able to return alive, these few people from Qingkong Sect are not simple!"
Watching Xiao Ruoning and the others disappearing, Qian Cong heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and calmed down.
"You're quick-witted, kid."
"If not for that, I wouldn't have chosen to keep the peace. These cultivators, even within the Qingkong Sect, must be counted among the geniuses. It's best not to offend them if possible."
Sun Zhou also showed a relaxed smile on his face, feeling satisfied with his own maneuver.
