After Governor Jiang Shixiang, it wasn't long before a "Vulture" the size of a fighter jet flew past in the sky.
This vulture had pitch-black feathers that shimmered slightly, and on its back sat a middle-aged man with a queue-style braid, with a vertical eye on his forehead.
The travelers on the imperial road burst into commotion when they saw it:
"That's Prince Qing's 'Heart Image'! There must be something big happening!"
"They seem to be heading towards Jiushan Sect... Could the court be planning to eradicate this den of demons!?"
"What are you dreaming? How could that be possible."
The well-dressed crowd was abuzz with conversation, while the ragged common folk hurriedly kowtowed to the sky.
The strong didn't bother with the ants on the ground and continued flying towards Jiushan.
Lu Li and his companions breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back in the direction of Jiushan Sect.
The auroras had dissipated, but there was a noticeable "hole" in the azure sky.