Wu Bao’Er stood among the crowd, looking at Jingping Saint sitting atop the palanquin, his expression indifferent, yet her heart was full of tremor.
It wasn’t because of his youth or handsomeness, but because Wu Bao’Er sensed an incredibly complex wave of consciousness emanating from him.
This feeling was just like the time she worshipped the Python God within the tribe.
Only it was even stronger and more chaotic.
But the problem was, this Jingping Saint, no matter how powerful, was a person. If he was human, why did he have such a wave?
As if sensing Wu Bao’Er’s confusion, Jingping Saint looked up and glanced at her.
It was this seemingly inconspicuous glance that made Wu Bao’Er feel as if she was plunged into an icy abyss.
All the Qi Blood in her body froze, and the Witch Snake True Power in her Dantian and meridians dared not move.
"A member of the Python God Race?" Jingping Saint said with interest.
Wu Bao’Er could no longer speak, she could only stare at Jingping Saint in terror.
Fortunately, Jingping Saint soon lost interest in her.
After all, she was just a mere member of the Python God Race, not someone who deserves his attention.
He lowered his gaze to look at Ye Xunhuan, and began to inquire about the full process of that recent probing battle.
The usually arrogant and unruly Ye Xunhuan was now deferential in front of Jingping Saint, not daring to defy him in the slightest.
And as he recounted the process, Wu Bao’Er finally broke free from that stiffened state, and then gasped for breath as if she were drowning, her eyes full of dread.
Because the Witch Snake True Power she cultivated just told her that Jingping Saint is terrifying, and if possible, she should stay as far away from him as possible.
This intuition had saved Wu Bao’Er many times before, she couldn’t help but trust it.
Liu Ming seemed to have also noticed her unease, and he quietly patted her back.
Wu Bao’Er turned to look at him, Liu Ming nodded slightly to her as a sign of encouragement.
Only then did Wu Bao’Er let out a long breath, barely suppressing the fear in her heart.
She actually understood that to someone like Jingping Saint, she was nothing more than an ant, not worth his attention at all.
Her fear stemmed entirely from his aura.
She wondered how many Divine Statues and Root Maps he must have swallowed to forge such a terrifying aura.
When Wu Bao’Er was trapped in deep fear, Jingping Saint raised an eyebrow slightly after hearing Ye Xunhuan’s account.
"Zhao Ya and Shen Yunshen?"
"Yes!"
"I know Shen Yunshen; he was defeated by me in battle years ago, and now he is of little consequence, but Zhao Ya, hmm..."
Jingping Saint slightly curled his lips, "Interesting."
Then he waved his hand, "Let’s go; I’m quite eager to meet these former fellow disciples."
At his command, the group began to move.
The location was only about twenty miles from the mountain forest controlled by South Canglong, which was but a brief journey for this group.
As they saw the edge of the forest from afar, Ye Xunhuan nervously stepped forward and asked.
"Temple Master, should we send some people to probe first?"
Even with such a short distance, Jingping Saint had fallen asleep again; upon hearing this, he didn’t even open his eyes, merely replied blandly.
"Whatever."
"Yes!"
Then Ye Xunhuan turned around and shouted to the group from the Wilderness Divine Sect.
"Send a few people to probe!"
Some moved to action, while the others waited outside the forest.
Jingping Saint continued to pretend to sleep with his eyes closed.
Meanwhile, on a hill several miles away, a group of people was lurking, observing the battlefield situation.
Seeing Jingping Saint’s group arrive, this crowd stirred.
"They’re here, they’re here!"
"Is that Jingping Saint sitting on the palanquin?"
"Yes, other sect brothers tracked all the way here and confirmed it’s indeed Jingping Saint beyond doubt!"
"Hiss, is this person truly so young?"
"Nonsense, it’s certainly because his Martial Dao has reached such a profound Realm, he rejuvenated, don’t you know!"
"Hurry, quickly notify the sect elders that the North Canglong’s main force has arrived!"
These people, without exception, were sent by various sects to monitor and observe here.
Therefore, as soon as something happened, they naturally had to report it promptly to the elders stationed at a distance by each sect.
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Gui Xuanqing hid behind a large rock, where he had an excellent view, allowing him to observe the forest path within range without being easily detected; the spot was truly advantageous.
Not only that, Zhao Ya even specially equipped him with twenty crossbow arrows.
It should be noted that these crossbow arrows were seized from the killers of Separation Tower, extremely precious.
Usually, a person could only be equipped with ten arrows, yet he had twice the amount, showing Zhao Ya’s regard for him.
But it was precisely because of this that Gui Xuanqing felt as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.
If he were to let his senior brother down, he wouldn’t need anyone else to blame him; Gui Xuanqing himself wouldn’t be able to pass his own judgment.
So, despite the tediousness of observing enemy movements alone at the sniper spot, Gui Xuanqing dared not slack in the slightest, his gaze continuously scanning around.
Suddenly.
He spotted an unusual movement on the forest path in the distance, his heart tightened.
Have they arrived?
In the next moment, shadows appeared on that path.
Here they come!
Instantly, Gui Xuanqing felt his Qi Blood surge, his entire body trembling slightly with excitement.
But when he picked up the mechanical crossbow and leveled it before him, all excitement evaporated instantly, his hands as steady as a rock.