Poetry Gracefully Exits the Pass

After making up their minds.

Zeng Xian and the others wasted no time, immediately summoning their spirit boat and heading towards the Hundred Refinements Sect.

On the spirit boat, everyone was lost in their own thoughts, remaining silent.

The red letter had been seen by everyone, including those from their subordinate sects.

Although they didn't know who sent it, it couldn't be fake.

Because just on the way, the two other major sects, equally renowned with the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, had already sent word.

This meant that all the top-tier powers had received the message.

The atmosphere remained heavy.

Only when the spirit boat arrived above the Hundred Refinements Sect did the tension ease slightly.

For them, the old mistress of the Hundred Refinements Sect was currently their only hope in this chaotic situation.

When the spirit boat descended.

Sun Zhonghuang and others quickly came to greet them. When they saw that the two ancestors of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect had arrived personally, their smiles stretched ear to ear.

Look.

Our master is such an astonishingly powerful figure that even the ancestors of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect have to come in person to pay their respects.

"May I ask, where is Master Yi Feng?"

Zeng Xian and the others had no time for idle chatter and immediately inquired.

"Please follow me, two ancestors."

Sun Zhonghuang led the way, followed by Zeng Xian and Deng Chao, then the second elder of the Hundred Refinements Sect, and finally the elders and sect leaders from the subordinate sects accompanying Zeng Xian.

Such a large group formed a long procession.

"Master is inside."

Outside the small courtyard, Sun Zhonghuang stated.

Zeng Xian and Deng Chao were already impatient, stepping forward to enter the house, but just before the door, they were blocked by two servants.

"The master is resting."

"Who are you?"

The two servants asked expressionlessly.

"Young friends, we have urgent matters to discuss with Master Yi Feng, please allow us to pass." Seeing the urgency of the situation, Zeng Xian and Deng Chao walked forward directly.

This caused the eyebrows of the two young servants to furrow.

In their eyes, there was only Yi Feng, no one else.

"I said, the master is resting, no one is to disturb him." The servant said sternly.

As soon as he finished, he stepped forward to block the two, simultaneously pushing out with his palm.

This push made Zeng Xian and Deng Chao stumble back.

Their feet left deep impressions in the ground as they barely managed to stabilize themselves.

Looking back at the two servants, their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

How could these two servants be so powerful?

Before they could speak.

Another dozen servants emerged, standing in a line, their faces stern.

As they stepped out, an invisible pressure weighed heavily on everyone present.

Zeng Xian and Deng Chao were even more shocked.

Because they could keenly sense that among these dozen, there was no clear superior, none weaker than the first two.

And from the strength displayed in the earlier push, the two servants were no weaker than themselves.

That meant...

Sssh!

The two exchanged a glance, inhaling sharply.

That meant these dozen servants were all on par with them.

When they first met Su Bai, they thought he was the only one, yet there were so many like him.

"It seems we underestimated him!"

The two couldn't help but transmit their thoughts.

Their hearts trembled with awe.

But they also couldn't help but feel relief.

Because this trip, they had come to the right place.

Of course, they dared not rush in again, the pressure from the dozen Su Bai was simply too much.

Zeng Xian and Deng Chao sat down cross-legged on the spot to wait.

The others followed suit, patiently waiting.

Seeing this.

Su Bai considered things more, after all, Zeng Xian and Deng Chao were not ordinary figures.

So he turned around and brought out a few small stools from the house.

"Sit."

Su Bai said.

"Oh, thank you."

Zeng Xian and Deng Chao took the small stools, unsure what to do.

Sitting was awkward due to their height.

But not sitting would be disrespectful to Su Bai, who was already as strong as them and an underling of Yi Feng.

"It's been thousands of years since we last used these, twisting won't hurt."

Zeng Xian said.

Deng Chao nodded.

The two squeezed their legs together, gingerly sitting on the small stools.

The others from the subordinate sects saw this and no longer felt comfortable sitting cross-legged.

After all, even the ancestors were sitting and waiting, their aloof posture didn't seem appropriate.

Moreover, given the current situation, it was impossible to remain calm.

Many stood up, leaning against the wall, some squatting, some standing.

Like this.

They waited for an hour.

Yi Feng was still sound asleep, completely oblivious.

Inside the secret chamber of the Hundred Refinements Sect.

Flashes of light shimmered.

Finally, Shi Qingwu opened her eyes during her meditation.

"Finally stabilized, I can leave seclusion."

She said with urgency, immediately rising.

"Sect Leader, why not meditate a bit longer to further stabilize?" The black-clad woman behind her suggested.

"No need."

Shi Qingwu stood up, her face grave. "I've been in seclusion for so long. I have no idea what's happening outside."

"And Yi Feng, all alone, no idea how he's doing."

"I hope that by coming out now, he's still alive..."

After speaking.

Shi Qingwu stepped out of the seclusion chamber with hurried steps.