The cultivators around hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded.
Meanwhile.
In Juhai City.
Guan Ao looked at the city in the clouds that had begun to slowly move, his expression growing increasingly grave.
Just as he was hesitating.
The figure of Yao Wudi flew back again.
His gaze turned to the horizon, and a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes.
"They're coming again?"
"Has Zhaoxin's injury healed already?"
Seeing Yao Wudi, Guan Ao couldn't help but breathe a small sigh of relief.
No matter how irritated he had been with Yao Wudi over the years, in this situation, Yao Wudi remained his greatest reliance.
With this thought, Guan Ao fell silent for a moment, then still chose not to tell Yao Wudi about the possibility of enemies infiltrating from behind.
Yao Wudi was on the brink of breakthrough; he didn't want these matters to disturb the other's state of mind.
Just then, a disciple hurried over, quickly reporting: