Night, outside the land of Cyan Thorn.
The figure of the Hundred Demons Sect's Five Rams Elder emerged from the shadows, his magical artifact, the Nether Conch, flashed, and several boxes appeared in front of him.
Five Rams Elder put away the boxes, waiting for Nameless to contact him.
But after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement.
He frowned slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy.
But before he could think further, he suddenly sensed two streaks of sword intent coming from the heavens.
Five Rams snorted coldly, "Two fools."
With that, Five Rams' figure disappeared once again, vanishing to an unknown place.
Just as Five Rams left, the figures of Zhengyi and Chen Mushi appeared in the sky.
"Should we keep chasing?" Chen Mushi asked.
"Forget it, we can't catch up anyway, Five Rams can only run and nothing else," Zhengyi sighed.
"Besides, Guanqi told me something the day before yesterday, I think letting him go back might not be a bad idea."
