「Half an incense stick later.」
Wen Qingye slowly walked over to Luo Shicheng's side and looked up at the battle raging in the sky.
"Where's the Heart-Seeking Seed?" Wen Qingye asked, frowning.
Luo Shicheng gave Wen Qingye a wry smile. "It's in the hands of those three."
Wen Qingye nodded, his gaze shifting to the six combatants in the distance. The battle had reached a fever pitch, its intensity growing by the second. Anyone with a cultivation below the Yin-Yang Realm had long since retreated more than a li away, fearing they might be accidentally injured.
Nangong Xin shot Wen Qingye a look and scoffed. "Wen Qingye, you just stay here and watch. With your cultivation, having just entered the Eighth Heaven of the Yin-Yang Realm, the best you can do is not get in the way."
