The sharp-eyed Chen Muxue clearly saw that they were wearing the clothes of the Fei Xing Sect, and there was someone different among them, flying using Sword Control among a large group of people riding gourds—Xiao Feng.
However, the large gourds they were riding looked like they were mass-produced. Could it be that there's really a store selling such things?
If Cen Lizhui were here, he would find that the gourds ridden by the Fei Xing Sect people were the same as the one he bought temporarily.
This is the cheapest and most common flying mount, it seems the Fei Xing Sect really has hit a dead end.
Primarily, they've hit poverty.
A large group of Cultivators hovered above the Qian Ding Sect, continuously throwing skills against the Barrier, the persistent waves causing unease.
"What's going on?"
The children heard the noise and ran out.
"What should we do?" Changgui looked panicked as he saw the scene in front of him.
