Chapter 1680 - 1676: Can’t Count Anymore
"Alright, stop arguing for now. This time, we haven’t come back empty-handed. We’ve discovered that at least six formations have already been activated within this valley, so we cannot recklessly attack." At that moment, Lu Huaming’s voice rang out.
Before Shen Luo and his group could enter, a hearty laugh suddenly echoed from inside the tent: "Haha! Fellow Daoists, if you’re not coming in, are you planning to eavesdrop outside?"
Shen Luo’s group hadn’t deliberately concealed their aura, though he had temporarily suppressed his cultivation to appear as an Early True Immortal.
Upon entering the tent, Shen Luo immediately saw Seven Kills, whose face was still clouded with residual anger, and Jiang Shentian, whose face was plastered with a smile.
"Shen Luo, you rascal, where have you been? Earlier, we thought you were in Qingqiu Kingdom, and it forced us to exercise caution, preventing us from launching a large-scale attack," Bai Xiaotian said as he gave Shen Luo’s shoulder a playful smack with his folding fan.
"Looks like you’ve spent your days indulging in romance and leisure." Lu Huaming glanced at Nie Caizhu beside Shen Luo and teasingly remarked.
The tense atmosphere inside the tent suddenly eased significantly.
"What are you talking about? I left Qingqiu Kingdom to go to Tianji City long ago. Upon hearing of your movements, I quickly returned with Brother Yan from Tianji City and Brother Nie from Mount Putuo," Shen Luo explained with a smile.
After speaking, he glanced around the tent and noticed the presence of many middle and small sect disciples, though none from the major sects.
Mount Fangcun was still recuperating, Divine Wood Forest had just emerged into the world, and Dragon Palace had experienced recent turmoil—all understandable reasons for their lack of participation. However, it was surprising that Pansi Cave, a direct victim of Chang’an’s calamity, hadn’t dispatched anyone.