As everyone awoke, streaks of escape light appeared on Yuqing Mountain.
If attacking Han Wen now would ignite a battle, it would be discovered by everyone, and there would be no escaping the blame of internal strife amidst a great enemy, followed by dire consequences. Zhuang Qing had no choice but to reluctantly hold back.
Han Wen chuckled innocently, all smiles: "It is fate, Elder Zhuang, don't rush. We have plenty of time ahead."
The various Foundation Establishment cultivators soared into the air, searching everywhere, and upon seeing Sect Leader Lu Qian and three other Feathered Scholars gathered in the square, they followed suit and flew over to stand together.
While exchanging greetings, a sudden exclamation echoed from not far away.
Second Elder Kong Lingde of the Kong Family rushed over holding a body, his eyes bloodshot, shouting at the crowd in deep grief: "Who did this! Who killed our Patriarch!"
