The Weirdo, Sword Young Master

As the Grand Roc followed behind the Demonic Lotusblade Sect elder, his wings that were like clouds that covered the sky flapped abruptly.

Swoosh!

Instantly, the Grand Roc passed the elder, whistling through the air as he plunged downwards, and everywhere he passed causing sounds of air exploding to continuously rise and fall.

Duan Ling Tian was able to notice that the Demonic Lotusblade Sect Elder was swept away by the strong winds caused by the Grand Roc’s wings, and he was in an extremely sorry state…

"Elder Peng wouldn’t have done it intentionally, right?" Duan Ling Tian glanced at the Grand Roc beneath him as he thought in his heart.

The Grand Roc sent Duan Ling Tian’s group to an empty piece of land before nodded to Linghu Jin Hong, then he unfolded his wings and flew up into the sky, concealing himself within the sky and vanishing behind the clouds and mist.

Whoosh!

Meanwhile, the Demonic Lotusblade Sect Elder had finally descended nearby to Duan Ling Tian’s group.