"Be careful not to expose us."
"Sect Master, when I charge into battle later, I'll definitely send them sprawling!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just keep it down, will you? If the enemy discovers us, won't all our efforts be wasted?"
In the sky, within the swathes of dark clouds, three silhouettes stood on a Giant Sword, swiftly moving forward. The Giant Sword was enveloped in a faint gray aura, nearly merging with the clouds.
Mao Aowu turned his head to glance at the two figures squatting behind him on the Giant Sword and scolded with a grim face, "We are still over eight hundred li away from there. What are you ducking for?"
Wu Wang retorted, "Brother Mao, what is the general range of a True Immortal Realm's Spiritual Sense?"
Yang Wudi cut in, "Between three hundred to eight hundred li."
