"Move out!"

All Zheng Qian wanted now was to have the business done, and once back at the sect to cut every tie with Liu Qianyun and have nothing more to do with her as long as they both lived.

Liu Qianyun laughed behind her hand.

Yan Wencheng's behaviour had plainly stung this sister of hers to the quick.

She had no intention of adding oil to the fire, and simply followed.

With the route map in hand the whole climb became remarkably easy.

As the summit drew nearer,

Zheng Qian drew her aura in almost to nothing, and at the same time brought out spirit-treasure after spirit-treasure. Watertight, one could call it.

It surprised even Shen Yi to watch.

No wonder cultivators outside called them exalted immortals. A single ordinary steward of the sect had holdings as rich as this.

Put Zheng Qian in the Bihai toad's place that day,

and the old dog could have thrown its life away without bringing her down.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, we don't need to follow so closely."

Yan Wencheng offered the reminder. As formation masters, they were the ones who needed protecting.

It was enough to stand well back, where one could just make out how the fight was going and alter the formation at need.

"Mm."

Shen Yi answered absently, but his eyes stayed fixed on the summit.

By now he could feel that vast presence — far beyond any demon he had ever seen.

"Well?" Liu Qianyun had caught the same formidable demon qi, and looked at Zheng Qian.

"……"

Zheng Qian bit her lip a little and closed her eyes to feel it out.

Then she turned in silence to look at the young man in the black shirt, her pupils trembling faintly.

One old demon at the fourth layer of Return-to-Void; the other, badly wounded, at the third.

Exactly what Shen Yi had said, to the hair.

Only after verifying it herself could she understand how terrifying the method was.

Across a dozen formations, at that distance, without her once seeing him work a sign, he had silently…