"Don't worry, Zhou!" She took the clothes, pledging confidently.
Zhou Qing nodded: "If we're truly exposed, I have the assurance to safely lead you away."
This wasn't re empty talk—with his current strength and the intrigue among the Thirteen Sects, he believed that most others would likely sit back and watch the show.
After changing, Zhou Qing donned a silver mask, stuffed the old hen into his arms, and carefully reminded Lu Yaoyao of a few details.
The two exchanged a glance and confidently headed deeper into the Witch Ancestor Mountain Range.
"Buzz—"
As soon as they approached the alert zone, thirteen terrifying Divine Senses pressed upon them like a tide.
Zhou Qing snorted coldly, solidifying his Divine Sense into a tangible barrier in front of him.
"Huh?" A few startled voices erged from the shadows.
Lu Yaoyao imdiately feigned panic and shouted loudly, "Dou Niwan, Direct Disciple of the Mixed Elent Sect, ordered by the sect to invite Master Su here!"
Swish!
Jiang Wangchuan's figure appeared instantly before them.
If Lu Yaoyao weren't wearing Mixed Elent Sect disciple's attire, he, and presumably others, would have acted long ago and wouldn't have allowed anyone to co this close.
"Master Su?"
Jiang Wangchuan suspiciously scrutinized the masked Zhou Qing, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"Buzz—"
With a thought, Zhou Qing's surroundings suddenly sward with dense Spirit Seals, the runes weaving into a complex Array Map emitting mysterious waves.
"It truly is Master Su!" Seeing this, Jiang Wangchuan was both amazed and delighted.
But then he frowned—wasn't it said that it would take at least three more days? How co it's so soon?
Moreover, he didn't bring several disciples like Wu Tiangang?
Zhou Qing seed to notice his doubts and mimicked Su Lishan's voice, deepened by the mask, said with a muffled voice.
"This old man was injured on a trip to Spirit Skull Mountain, my face is yet to heal, so I won't show my true appearance."
Jiang Wangchuan studied the person before him carefully.
To be honest, he hadn't actually seen the legendary Array Master with his own eyes.
The Eight Prefectures and Seventy-Two Mansions of the Holy Martial Dynasty were vast, and before Lin Daochen's promotion, the entire Dynasty had only two Level Three Array Masters, Su Lishan and Wu Tiangang.
For years, the County Governor, Mansion Master, and various forces competed to invite them, they were like dragons seen only by their heads.
In his years with the Mixed Elent Sect, it was his first ti successfully inviting this master.
"As rumored, Master Su indeed carries a graceful deanor." Jiang Wangchuan nodded secretly, and moreover, those dense Spirit Seals couldn't possibly be faked.
"It is truly the fortune of our Mixed Elent Sect that Master Su could co!" Jiang Wangchuan excitedly cupped his hands in salute.
The resentnt from being ridiculed by Xie Chixiao earlier vanished, now feeling fully vindicated.
Suddenly, he turned to Lu Yaoyao, his gaze electric: "Why are you the only one? Where are the others? How co I've never seen you before?"
Lu Yaoyao imdiately acted as rehearsed, her eyes reddening with tears as she bowed, "Please, Patriarch, speak for this disciple!"
She then took out Ma Cheng's Identity Token and respectfully handed it over.
"Disciple is under the Third Elder Ma Cheng; I accompanied Master and several elders to welco Master Su. Unexpectedly, we were ambushed by a large group on the way back..."
Her voice choked: "To ensure Master Su's safety, Master ordered to escort the Master first, while he and the other elders stayed behind..."
Hearing this, Jiang Wangchuan was utterly furious, his killing intent directed at a certain direction.
Beneath the mask, Zhou Qing watched this scene quietly, exhaling a sigh of relief, it seed he had gambled correctly.
After slaying Ma Cheng, the Soul Lamp left at the Mixed Elent Sect would surely extinguish.
He was most worried that the person before him would know.
Thus, he was betting that this person had been stationed here for a long ti, and the Mixed Elent Sect's high-ranking mbers might not have inford them of the death to avoid affecting the local exploration.
After all, by the tiline, the warfare in the Southwest Two Domains of the Vast Mansion would have started earlier than the Eastern Domain of Lingyun Mansion.
Furthermore, even if the other side had already known, Lu Yaoyao could tell him that Ma Cheng hadn't fallen but was seriously injured.
Most importantly, after being publicly ridiculed by Xie Chixiao, Jiang Wangchuan's primary concern now was how to restore the Western Domain's echelon face in front of the other Twelve Sects.
"Thank you, Master Su, for your hard work in coming to help!" Soon, Jiang Wangchuan cald his wrath and earnestly saluted.
Zhou Qing nodded slightly, responding in a muffled voice, "Is this the relic site?"
"Indeed." Jiang Wangchuan quickly replied, "Master Wu entered an hour ago."
"Old Wu is here?" Zhou Qing feigned surprise, then chuckled softly, "How interesting."
He pointed to Lu Yaoyao, "In a rush, I didn't bring accompanying disciples. This little girl seems clever enough, let her assist ."
Jiang Wangchuan was overjoyed hearing these words.
The Tribulation Fire Hall had just exchanged eight people inside, yet they only had two, and this girl was still a disciple from his Mixed Elent Sect—an unexpected delight.
"The Master is to wait!" He eagerly crushed a special Jade Scroll, and turned to Lu Yaoyao: "What's your na again?"
"Disciple Dou Niwan," Lu Yaoyao courteously bowed, "Patriarch may call Wan'er."
Jiang Wangchuan waved dismissively.
As Supre Elder, they no longer cared about mundane matters, sect elders often accepted dozens of disciples, he couldn't rember all junior nas.
"Serve Master Su well," he sternly demanded, "If you dare to slack even slightly, this old man won't spare you lightly!"
"Rest assured, Patriarch, this disciple will not disappoint you!" Lu Yaoyao respectfully stored away the Token, a sly glint in her eyes.
Soon, two figures flashed out from the Secret Realm entrance.
They were the two Late Stage Divinity Transformation elders of the Mixed Elent Sect, at the mont they also appeared pale, their robes stained with blood that had yet to dry.
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