They waited for another hour. Later in the evening, a small black dot appeared under the clouds in the distant sky.
Li Yunhui immediately stood up, and his cape fell off.
The sect elders, disciples, and martial generals also stood up.
Some people with profound cultivation could see that those small black dots were Song Xiuwen's group.
"They're here!"
Everyone left their seats and stood up one after another.
At this moment, Zhang Lingren also walked out of the main hall, followed by a group of Qingyun elders.
"Hu hu hu."
Four flying spirit beasts landed one after another, their huge wings stirred up a gust of wind.
Song Xiuwen leaped down and landed in front of the mountain gate, a faint smile hanging on his face.
Seeing this smile, Zhang Lingren also revealed a smile, and the other elders also looked at each other and smiled.