Bountiful Harvest, the Arrival of the Evil Cultivator

After a moment.

Mu Yuyan regained her composure.

She smiled faintly, a touch of self-mockery playing at the corners of her lips.

"It's probably just a coincidence after all. How could it be Mr. Gu? His aura and cultivation techniques are different. His aura is nowhere near as powerful as Mr. Gu's..."

A true master might hide their true strength in ordinary times, only revealing it when facing real adversaries.

But they would never conceal their strength while facing enemies.

Who would suppress their own realm, swap to an unfamiliar weapon, and engage in a life-and-death battle?

Regaining her focus.

Mu Yuyan lightly shook her head, her eyes once again sharp and clear.

Below, the iron cavalry was still battling the remnants of the Blissful Immortal Palace.

Many elders and inner disciples with high cultivation were gathered, resisting in desperation.

The casualties among the iron cavalry of the Jing Nation would be severe.