Two days later.
In the afternoon, sunlight sprinkled down.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, a series of wooden buildings stood neatly arranged, surrounding the mountain peak.
The three-character plaque of the Flame Tiger Sect hung above the main gate, with courtyards and houses behind it, where the figures of some disciples could occasionally be seen.
"Those two Transformed People were really too powerful, they even broke an arm of that Flying Dragon Master."
"I heard that the Flying Dragon Style has halted its expansion for now, and those two Grandmasters have also gone back to Yun Gang to recover."
"Wait, doesn't that person look a bit like the Green Demon? Wasn't it said that he was with Utopia?"
"Who said he's the Green Demon? They don't even look alike!"
Whispers quietly rose, and footsteps echoed.
Cao Tong, who had roughly recovered and ditched his crutches, stood among the circle of True Inheritors, his expression filled with amazement and admiration.
