Three days hastily passed.
At the exit of the canyon, over a hundred cultivators gathered in one place, various escape lights danced, creating a tremendous spectacle.
Just as Zhang Yao arrived at the exit of the canyon, he saw Chen Qingju standing at the forefront, like a crane among chickens.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Yao's expression changed slightly upon noticing Chen Qingju speaking with a beaming smile; three other Qi Refining Cultivators stood beside her,
obviously the three Qi Refining Perfection Cultivators Chen Qingju referred to.
"I wonder what schemes this woman is plotting..."
Zhang Yao withdrew his gaze, cautiously blending into the crowd, secretly observing his temporary comrades.
In the northbound team of over a hundred, most were late-stage Qi Refining, with a few in the middle stage.
As for the Qi Refining Perfection Cultivators, there were only four, having teamed up for joint action, attracting considerable attention.
Moments later:
