"Huff!"
With a slight intention, Su Changkong condensed spiritual energy into a white crane enveloped in a faint aura. He leaped onto its back, and the crane's ethereal wings flapped as it soared into the sky, escaping into the distance.
"That person... left on a flying mount?"
Surrounding Profound Darkness Mountain, the martial artists of Profound Darkness Sect constantly monitored the skies above. The sharp-eyed among them spotted a white phantom swiftly rising towards the heavens, disappearing into the distance. Instantly invigorated, they knew the enemy had departed.
"Quick... return to the sect and see how the Deputy Sect Master and the others are doing?"
The martial artists of Profound Darkness Sect immediately returned within. Upon arrival, they were each tremendously shaken.
"The spiritual energy of Profound Darkness Mountain has disappeared entirely… Has the Spirit Vein been destroyed? Such vicious poison! Such ruthless methods!"