"Poor Dao bids farewell, Daoist friend!"
Saint Zhunti bowed respectfully toward the direction in which Sect Hierarch Tongtian had left.
Beside him, Saint Jieyin, however, did not move, standing quietly there until the aura of Sect Hierarch Tongtian had completely vanished before he slowly let out a sigh of relief.
He raised his head to glimpse the bright moon hanging in the overhead sky, his eyes flashing a trace of reluctance.
"Eldest brother..."
Saint Zhunti looked at Saint Jieyin with some concern, wanting to ask about his experience in the formation.
Saint Jieyin shook his head, still terrified, and said, "That Tongtian is even stronger than we imagined; even without using the Slaying Immortal Sword Array, I am no match for him."
"Eldest brother need not worry, let everything be left to the future," Saint Zhunti whispered.
