Li Yan looked at the heavy Black Wood Box in his hand, his expression solemn.
It seems that the Divine Land Mysterious Sect has already sensed this crisis, sparing no expense to send the sect's future foundation.
He took a deep breath and solemnly cupped his fists to the three people: "As a junior, I shall not disappoint!"
"Good!" A hint of approval flashed in Yu Chanzi's eyes, "Time is of the essence, let's move quickly!"
Li Yan said no more, his gaze sweeping over the determined young faces behind him, and he said in a deep voice, "Fellow cultivators, follow me!"
He turned around first and strode out of the command tent.
Gu Linzi, Long Zhaizi, and the Dragon and Tiger Mountain disciples behind Zhang Jingxuan, the sword cultivators of Shushan Emei, and the Daoists of Maoshan silently followed. The group of dozens of people, though silent, naturally exuded an aura of solemnity, dispelling a bit of the oppressive gloom in the camp.
