"The Xuantian Sword, because it's with me, and the sword carries Master Zi Yin's aura, so the corpse demons dare not provoke." Yang Fan casually found a seemingly reasonable explanation.
"I see." Du Tong nodded.
"Once we reach Corpse Demon Ridge, everyone must not disperse. Follow me, and no matter what happens, do not stray more than three zhangs away from me."
Two ships were lost at sea, as well as all the cultivators on one ship, but it was only an interlude. After a few more hours, the ship finally reached shore.
To say it docked would be more accurate to say it stopped at the dock of Corpse Demon Ridge, after all, it was once the territory of a great sect, so naturally there would be a dock.
This time, however, Zhao Xuanying had no intention of letting those people train again, because Zhao Xuanying found the corpse demons hard to deal with— even the weakest among them had cultivation comparable to Zhao Xuanying.
