Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys It would be nice if swearing loudly could improve their situation somehow, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. It was impossible to leave after entering a Rift of Fortune. They could only wait until the time limit was up, and they were thrown out by the Lost City of Xianyuan itself.
Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Chu Qing looked over to the other side of the valley where Hidden Light Sanctuary was. Their Legate, Gu Canyang was watching her with a cold look, and vice versa.
Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Forty kilometers to the east of the Divine Trade Bazaar, there was a U-shaped valley that was covered in gray fog, so much so that it was impossible to tell how it looked originally.
Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The Spirit Creek Battlefield boasted an abundance of World Spiritual Qi, which was why its environment was extremely beautiful. Lu Ye, Yi Yi and Amber were able to take in all the sceneries on their path while they continued to travel to the House of Wintry Blossoms. In fact, there was probably no one on Lu Ye’s cultivation realm who had seen and heard more of the Spirit Creek…
Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys An incense stick later, a boat-shaped Spirit Artifact flew in the sky a hundred and thirty meters above ground level.
Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Three days had passed since the Sky Pillar Sect’s Outpost was conquered.
Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys “Since we achieved total victory this time, the sect is sure to reward us handsomely. Brother Luo intends to hold a celebratory feast that will serve as a welcoming feast for you as well,” Qi Shi said. “Before he left, he asked me to ask you if you are okay with showing your face. After all, you are the reason this battle has gone as well as it did.”
Translator: Truth Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys A few months ago, when Lu Ye’s identity was exposed, and Thousand Demon Ridge had tried to hunt him down, it was the cultivators of Grand Sky Coalition who had escorted and protected him. Without the aid of these cultivators—some whose name and origin still eluded him to this day—he would’ve died on the road a long time ago.
