The commotion from the Mountain God's theft affected countless surrounding peaks.
The cries and roars of birds and beasts echoed without end.
'I just hope no Cultivators from any Demon Hunting Teams are nearby,' Bai Mo thought, gazing at the sky.
'Then again, this is deep within the Celestial Barrier Mountain.'
'Given the strength of the Cultivators from Immortal Arrival City, there probably aren't many who could reach this place.'
When the disciples from Broken Blade Peak arrived, they were a sorry sight.
Not only were they stained with the blood of dozens of different creatures, but they were also covered in mud, dust, broken feathers, and stray hairs.
The array master Xin Meng eagerly went to greet them.
"Brothers, you've worked hard. Come, come, let me help you clean up..."
With deft movements, he helped his brothers brush the debris off themselves.
They accepted it as their due, looking very pleased.
