Xiao Yi and Qing Lin flew at full speed, heading back to the Black Cloud Academy.
The two initially planned to venture outside, handling the bounty from Heavenly King Mountain while completing many academy tasks.
But now it seems clearly impossible.
15 mid-grade spirit veins are definitely not insignificant.
If word gets out, those Overlord Forces in the entire Central Region would covet it.
Not to mention Heavenly King Mountain, which is merely an Overlord Force in the Black Cloud Region.
Xiao Yi had a feeling this time the matter, or rather the battle, will definitely be very troublesome.
Qing Lin noticed Xiao Yi's solemn expression and chuckled, "Xiao Yi, don't worry."
"With my speed, at most in two days, we can return to the academy."
"Let's not even discuss if those scoundrels from Heavenly King Mountain can crack the formation and discover what's inside."
"Even if they can, trying to chase us would already be too late."
