The Right to Converse

The elders of the Luo Sect frowned.

"The Evil Sky Pavilion's cloud-splitting chariot?"

"Prepare to engage the enemy!"

There was a flurry of activity at once.

The disciples stared at the cloud-splitting chariot intently as though they were facing a great enemy.

"That can't be right. How did the cloud-splitting chariot manage to get past the barriers?" Shan Yunzheng stepped forward.

"It's strange, indeed… Only core disciples know the correct route through the Formations. How did the Evil Sky Pavilion find out?"

"There's no time to dwell on that. Are the people from the Tian and Yun Sects here yet?"

One of the disciples answered, "They're on their way."

The elders of the Luo Sect looked at the other holy lands. The swirling clouds obscured their visions.

The cloud-splitting chariot had already gone past the barriers and was now inside the holy lands of the Luo Sect.