On the Dragon Blooded Horse, Lin Yun knitted his brows under the hood. He was holding onto the strap and was prepared to make a run anytime.

The Radiant Pavilion’s party was filled with elites and there were even cultivators in the seventh orifice of the Xiantian Realm among them. Who knew if there might be Profound Martial Realm as well.

“Leave us.” The young man suddenly waved his hand.

“Young Sect Master?” asked someone from the Radiant Pavilion’s ...