At the base of Cyan Lotus Mountain.
A group of people lay in ambush in the forest, their eyes eagerly fixed on the road down the mountain.
Someone finally couldn't hold back and whispered to the Qiongqi lying next to him:
"Elder Zuo, we've been squatting here for so long, why hasn't anyone come down? Could it be that the people from Zhenyang Sect have already left?"
Zuoqiu snorted coldly: "They traveled all the way to Cyan Lotus Mountain for a reason. How could they leave so quickly? Keep watching, I'm determined to taste the fairy of Zhenyang Sect!"
"Elder Zuo, look!"
Someone pointed to the sky, where a streak of light flew across.
"Someone flew away on a sword?"
"It doesn't look like it."
"It seems more like it was thrown out."
"Elder Zuo, should we check it out?"
"Check what? It might just be a heap of alchemical waste. Ignore it!"
Zuoqiu glared at the subordinate who made the suggestion with beastly eyes, coldly saying:
