Seeing Fang Hong disappear, the two black-robed Cultivators collapsed onto the ground as if greatly relieved.
They gasped for breath, their backs already soaked with cold sweat, and their faces filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
"That Senior just now, his aura was unfathomable. Could he be a Grand Unity Golden Immortal-level Cultivator, just like the Sect Master and the Elders?"
"He must be. Otherwise, how would he dare to inquire about the location of our Demon Controlling Sect's headquarters?"
"So what do we do now? Should we return to the sect?"
"Don't go back. Absolutely not."
"I have a feeling the sect is about to face a major catastrophe. We should quickly find a hidden place to hide for a while and wait for the storm to pass."
"Yes, yes, hurry and leave, don't get involved."
The two Cultivators dared not linger any longer. They packed away the corpse of the Demonic Beast Black Bear they had just hunted, then fled the scene in a panic.
