Thinking about that unfathomable presence, the elder's back was drenched in cold sweat.
Soon, the powerhouses of the Six Great Holy Lands reached a consensus.
The Qinghe Fifth Elder took the lead, guiding dozens of experts in pursuit of the possible escape route of Gu Sheng.
The other Holy Lands' forces, like sharks that smelled blood, closely followed.
"Great Elder..."
A trusted aide transmitted a message.
"Following like this, we might miss the best opportunity for rescue."
The elder's eyes were profound.
"I have my own arrangements."
He suddenly halted, turning to the disciples behind him.
"Everyone, listen to the order, return to Tianlan Sacred Land immediately!"
The crowd was stunned. A young disciple hurriedly said.
"But the Holy Master commanded us..."
"Silence!"
The elder rarely shouted sternly, then lowered his voice.
"Go back and tell the Holy Master, just say... 'Qingyun' has appeared, a backup plan is needed."
