Yun chujiu was in a good mood because of the loss of the puppet disc, so she pretended not to hear it.
Chen Bufan and the others saw that Yun chujiu did not have any reaction, and they suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Li Zhuangzhi snorted. “Okay, it’s getting late. Let’s go.”
Chen Bufan and the others followed Li Zhuangzhi’s lead and immediately flattered him. They escorted Li Zhuangzhi out of the sect, while Yun Chujiu and Zhao Hui were left behind.
Zhao Hui sighed in his heart. They hadn’t even left the sect yet, and they were already in this state. If they were outside, they would probably make a move openly. This mission was really doomed.
When everyone left the sect, Li Zhuangzhi summoned the flying spirit tool given to them by the sect. It had the nameless sword sect’s logo on it. This was also to prevent other small sects or rogue cultivators from having designs on them.