An hour later.
Outside Heavenly King Mountain, tens of thousands of miles away, a blue streak of light mixed with dozens of figures swiftly leaped across the sky.
The blue streak of light suddenly stopped, revealing a figure, none other than Qing Lin.
Behind Qing Lin were Tong Ye and 56 other Academic Disciples.
"Alright, I'll take you this far," Qing Lin said urgently.
"We've already left Heavenly King Mountain by tens of thousands of miles; they can't catch up even if they wanted to."
"Xiao Yi can't last long alone, I need to hurry back."
"Can't Xiao Yi escape?" Everyone's faces changed.
"Damn it, let's go back too."
"Go back, go back you big-headed fools." Qing Lin snapped coldly.
"It took great effort to rescue you all, and now you want to go back and die?"
"But..." Fang Yun and Fang Yu said angrily, "We are not people who fear death; if you want us to leave first..."
"No buts." Tong Ye suddenly interrupted, "Forget it, let's listen to Qing Lin."
