As the Sacred Palace side left, the tense atmosphere over the destroyed villa slowly began to relax.

The various factions breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had missed out on a battle between Chu Qing and Jiang Taishen, they understood that the most important matter at hand for the various sects was the greatest blessing hidden in the depths of the Great Mythic Mountain Range.

If the strongest factions, the Sacred Palace and the Cangxuan Sect, were to fight, it would undoubtedly affect the overall situation.

Hence, both sides backing down in the end was the best outcome. 

When Chu Qing, Yaoyao and Zhou Yuan landed, Tang Muxin and the other Cangxuan Sect disciples swiftly ran forward to meet them.

“Are you alright junior brother Zhou Yuan?” Tang Muxin’s voice was filled with concern as she looked towards...