Even though he could destroy what was before him, once Ning Daohuan found out, it would surely result in his death.
Yusha stepped in a gait similar to Yu Step, muttering incantations.
Quickly, from the plethora of Spirit Sending Signs, eight bamboo sticks flew out abruptly.
Those present were all cultivators, undeniably sharp in their senses to immediately notice the gilded names carved on the bamboo sticks.
"An Tang, Zhao Zhijin, Su Wanqi..."
"He actually fled too? No wonder we didn't see him upon return, I thought he was dead"
"Su Wanqi? How could it be him? He is usually kind and honest, who would imagine he could have such courage? Did we get it wrong? Could he possibly be trapped outside and unable to return?"
"Indeed, Zhang Laoshi isn't like that, could it be a mistake?"
Seeing these names, most of the familiar cultivators revealed an incredulous look.
It was clear that they found it hard to believe that these people could have such audacity.