Qingqiu Tomb

Inside Sea Beast City, the Myriad Beasts disciples had all gathered together, all of them riding atop the back of the mount unique to the sect—the spirit beast Night Bat. As they followed the directions of the sect master, it was almost as though a large black cloud was moving towards the Qingqiu Tomb.

Within this black cloud, the Guqin-carrying Ye Gu’yin stood atop a shimmering silver spindle while showing a cold expression. Ying Qiaoqiao considerately drew closer and asked with cautious reverence, "Shijie Ye, do you want to ride atop my black bat? That way you won’t need to waste Qi on using the spindle!"

"Filthy!" Ye Gu’yin replied with only a single word before increasing her speed. Ying Qiaoqiao bit her lip with clear frustration, but she still sincerely followed along regardless.

"Heh, Shixiong Zhaoyang, what sort of rare beast blood essence have you prepared for the offerings?"