Hou Niao floated forward quietly, what lay ahead was his own matter; among the grassland sword cultivators, he couldn't find anyone who could match his pace, so he had to do it himself.
He flew with great caution, aware that no matter how well he hid, it was impossible to avoid the countless Divine Senses present at a site like a major congregation.
But he didn't need to hide, nor did he need to get too close. Once both sides started fighting, he could swagger over.
Twenty miles ahead, strong spiritual waves emanated from the direction of Nifu Swamp, orderly and unified; this was the movement of a normal ceremony, not the chaos of a battle.
He stopped moving forward, unwilling to rashly provoke the alertness of the heartless Daoists of the Lian Sect, so he randomly found a place to lie down on a tree branch and stared at the sky.
