"Master, can we pass by the Smoke Race on our journey?"
"I have a grudge to settle with them."
Xu Qing held grudges, he always had, from childhood to now.
Three days later, a great wing of the Seven Blood Eyes rose into the sky.
Its black wings emitted a majestic aura. The fake mountains and buildings on it could accommodate 100,000 cultivators.
Old Master Seventh stood in the tallest building in the great wing. Xu Qing was the only one beside him.
But behind them, there were a thousand cultivators accompanying them, all of them battle-hardened warriors from the Sword Holding Palace, led by Daoist Sima. They were appointed by the Sword Holding Palace's Palace Master, Li Yunshan, and Marquis Yao.
These 1,000 people were Xu Qing's guards on this trip.
This was protection for Xu Qing.
As for Daoist Sima, other than his identity as a deacon, he also had another identity, which was a Dao Protector.