Central Plains

"Of course."

The old man chuckled and gestured to the woman in green with his eyes. Then, he nodded to Yun Zhiyi and said, "Since that evil race thief has already escaped, let's not pass by him for now. We will see you again soon."

The woman pursed her lips in boredom and tapped her jade-like feet lightly. The two of them flew into the distance one after the other.

"What is the background of these two? That old man is actually a Great Saint cultivator," Gu Xi asked curiously as she watched the two of them gradually disappear into the distance.

Yun Zhiyi narrowed his eyes and smiled. "This is not a place to talk. Let's clean this place up first."

Ever since the battle had begun, the entire Jia Ping City had woken up from its slumber. Many cultivators were now less than 10,000 feet away from the two of them, many gazes fell on the two of them.

Gu Xi swept his gaze over the people around him, nodded, and began to work.