บท 355: A Teacher’s Grace

Fang Xing's spirit sense was powerful and his response was quick as well; when he noticed most of the cultivators looking at them were shocked but weren't showing any murderous intent, he instantly knew they were a crowd that had followed over as onlookers.

"Most of them are just watching for fun…."

Suddenly, a group of Foundation Stage cultivators down below and the red-armored soldier leading them flew towards him with the clear intent to kill. These people were from the Eight Bewitched Follower tribes, and as soon as Fang Xing realized this, he immediately yelled to the golden crow, "Let's go!"

A great and solemn aura suddenly covered the pair and a loud voice bellowed out, "Little demon, where is Grand Elder Qielan?" followed by a giant hand nearly the size of a mountain falling towards Fang Xing to try to grab on to him. The hand and voice both belonged to one of the three Golden Cores Huangfu Qielan had left outside guarding the entrance.