The next day.
The disciples of Cyan Mountain Sect gathered inside Lin Xian City, and under Elder Liu Zixiao's leadership, they headed together toward the Ruins Rift.
Su Xiyue stood quietly by the window, watching Liu Zixiao and the others gradually recede into the distance. For some reason, a strange sense of relief welled up inside her.
She knew that Liu Zixiao had been watching her closely these past few days, so she hadn't gone to seek out Qin Yu. Now, with no more obstacles, she could properly enhance her Root Bone.
The large-scale departure of Cyan Mountain Sect disciples naturally caught the attention of Danxin Herb Hall.
"They've finally left."
Upon hearing that the people from Cyan Mountain Sect had headed for the Ruins Rift, a look of relief appeared on Yin Qinghe's face.
Although Cyan Mountain Sect was not as aggressive as Hundred Sword Sect in forcing loose cultivators to scout the Ruins Rift, it was still an Immortal Sect—a mountain weighing down on everyone.
