Di Liufang's Plan, Enticing Different Factions

Chu Kuangren got a grasp of a lot of new information from Feng Qiyu, and he was intrigued, to say the least. He rubbed the black ring on his finger and started to speculate the Emperor Tribe's next move.

After a while, Feng Qiyu called off the boundary.

She swung her sleeve in the air, scattering countless Daoist patterns away.

Chu Kuangren glanced at the boundary's Daoist patterns. He knew she was powerful enough to fend off Ji Feiyun even without his help.

"Sister, what did you two talk about?" Feng Qingxue came over with a curious look.

"Nothing of importance." 

Feng Qiyu simply brushed her sister off with an excuse.

Ling Fei and the others had more or less gathered something useful for themselves, and with that, the incident at Divine Wind Peak was over.

…

"That Heavenly Sword!"

Ji Feiyun emerged from the void with blood spurting from his mouth. His face looked as pale as paper.