The return to the Qi border camp was quick. Su Ming flew at a steady pace, keeping his Nascent Soul aura tightly pulled back as much as possible under the guise of a peak Golden Core cultivator. Beside him, Han Chen kept pace, while Lin Yao and Qing Luan followed closely behind on their flying swords.
As they neared the canyon pass, the noise of battle had mostly reduced, though a few clashes still echoed from the distance. The defense lines had held without any problem. Disciples and mortal soldiers were already clearing the field, dragging dead beasts out of the bloodstained valley, harvesting valuable claws and fangs.
