Zhou Tong muttered to himself for a while before nodding his head, "Master Long, please be at ease. I will say that all my seniors discovered a Spiritual Treasure in the Magical Beast Mountain Range. However, when they were fighting for it, they were all killed by a mysterious expert and I escaped with injuries …"
After he finished speaking, Zhou Tong raised his sword and slashed his own chest. Instantly, his clothes were torn apart and fresh blood splattered out, dying his robes red. In addition to the previous slash to his arm, his current injuries could be said to be riddled with injuries.
However, compared to being able to advance to the Divine Sea Stage and living a prosperous life, these injuries were nothing.
"Not bad, a real man knows when to yield and when to stand tall. I admire you." Seeing this, Long Bufan could not help but feel gratified. He then flipped his palm slightly and took out ten golden Sound Transmitting Talismans from his storage bag and handed them to Zhou Tong, "Keep these Sound Transmitting Talismans. If there is any important news, feel free to send a message to me."
"Alright."
Zhou Tong nodded his head solemnly. After receiving the Sound Transmitting Talismans, he stepped on his sword and soared into the sky, flying towards the Yin-Yang school in the northern part of the Heavenly Yan Empire.
Looking at the gradually disappearing figure in the night sky, Long Bufan sighed softly. This matter had finally come to an end and it was time for him to return to the sect.
Due to the trap in the territory, his revenge had been delayed for three days and the time limit for the sect mission was going to expire tomorrow. Therefore, he had to rush back in the middle of the night. Otherwise, if the mission was cancelled, all his hard work over the past few days would have been in vain …
After that, Long Bufan first returned to the city lord's mansion and hurriedly gathered An Sen, Bo Xiong, Da Qiang and the rest of his loyal subordinates. He chose a set of sect cultivation methods for each of them to practice and took out a large amount of Foundation Establishment Pills to strengthen their bodies. After instructing them to pay attention to some matters in the territory, he raced against time to leave the Storm territory and quickly rushed towards Ling Xuanwu Province.
However, this time, Long Bufan did not bring the Blood Eyed Demonic Bear with him. Instead, he placed it in the Magical Beast Mountain Range near the territory to secretly protect Storm City and prevent anyone from the Yin-Yang school from causing trouble. The Bloodeye Demonic Bear, who was used to living in the wilderness, was naturally happy to accept its master's orders. Then, this fellow began to quietly go about its old business, refining Myriad Beast Fruits in the Magical Beast Mountain Range.
Just like this, Long Bufan led Xiao Bai, one man and one marten, as they soared through the sky against the falling snow. Their figures quickly disappeared into the night sky.
…
The sky gradually brightened. Ling Xuanwu Province, which was located at the southern border of the Heavenly Yan Empire, had been snowing for three days now. The dense snowflakes were like goose feathers as they fluttered and danced in the air.
The entire Ling Xuanwu Province was enveloped in a vast expanse of white. Every morning, the sect's odd job disciples would sweep away the snow in the corridors of every palace hall. However, even if they swept away the snow today, it would still be covered the next day. No matter how much they swept, there was no end to it.
At this moment, in Ling Xuanwu Province's Outer Palace Hall of Missions, Deacon Sun Yang, who was in charge of registering missions, was holding a small folk biography and reading it attentively. Even though it was freezing outside, a fire runic array was set up in the palace hall. The windows and doors were also hung with windproof curtains.
Even though the cold wind was howling outside, the interior was as warm as spring. Under the operation of the fire runic array, the entire palace hall was comfortably warm.
"The weather has suddenly become so cold these two days. The number of sect disciples coming to accept missions has decreased by a lot." Looking at the empty palace hall and the world of ice and snow outside, the corners of Sun Yang's mouth curled into a smile. This kind of situation where no one would disturb him was the most suitable for reading.
"Creak ~!"
However, just as Little Shu was enjoying reading, the large doors of the Mission Hall were suddenly pushed open. The windproof curtains were also lifted.
"Huff ~"
In an instant, a piercing cold wind violently blew in. Sun Liang couldn't help but shiver. He raised his head and looked at the young man who walked in rather unhappily. However, with one look, he was stunned.
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