They were being hunted down.
"At this rate, we will eventually be caught by those poisonous insects of the Fang Family."
Said the middle-aged man in his forties.
He is another disciple of Huang Xuan, Wang Lian.
He had achieved the True Body Fifth Refinement and cultivated an Upper True Body, his talent outstanding.
"Brother, and you two protectors, go ahead first, don't worry about me."
Zhao Sirong gritted her teeth and said.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're the Sect Master's closed-door disciple, the future hope of our sect. Even if I have to die, I must save your life."
The old woman said with a solemn face.
"That's right, anyone can die, but Sister cannot."
Wang Lian also agreed.
He deeply understands how much his master, Huang Xuan, cherished Zhao Sirong when he was alive.
Zhao Sirong, harboring miracles, was far from ordinary.