Ling Yunzi looked at the scene of the two dragons fighting in the field, his expression somewhat hesitant.
"We can't linger in battle right now, we need to leave first." Ling Yunzi said. Lin Chuan lowered his head, thought for a moment, and nodded.
Finally, Ling Yunzi cast a large light shield to control the dark Nine-headed Dragon, then left the place with Lin Chuan. The major matter at hand concerned the lives of the people; the sect was no longer important. The outskirts of the Ghost Sect were already rivers of blood, the former sanctity nowhere to be found.
Lin Chuan and Ling Yunzi made their way towards the Eternal Forest, but on the road, they encountered a group of people in white.
"Zhang Hao?" Seeing the middle-aged man, Ling Yunzi stopped in his tracks and called out as he landed.
"Senior Ling!" The middle-aged man named Zhang Hao showed a look of joy and said respectfully.
