He was filled with panic, afraid that things would really happen as he imagined, so he rushed down quickly.
When the disciples guarding the sect saw that it was Duan Mubai, they asked with a smile: "Uncle Duan, why are you here? Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"I'll go outside to check what that sound is about. Open the door quickly." Duan Mubai said with a pale face and his voice was a little unstable.
"Uncle Duan, there is no need to go out. I have already sent a disciple out to check. He will be back soon."
"Open the door!" he shouted in a calm voice, his hands clenched into fists with veins bulging.
Seeing this, the disciple was startled and didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly opened the door for him to go out. Watching Duan Mubai rush out and disappear in the blink of an eye, he couldn't help but mutter: "Uncle Duan, what happened? Why is he like crazy?"
"Wanrong? Wanrong? Junior sister? Junior sister..."
Duan Mubai shouted and searched around in the forest like a madman. His voice, which contained spiritual energy, echoed in the air and reached the ears of the disciples who were checking in the forest.
"It seems to be Uncle Duan's voice."
"It seems like he was calling Uncle Shangguan? However, I heard that Uncle Shangguan left the sect this morning."
Several disciples were discussing and looked at each other and walked towards the sound. After a while, they saw Duan Mubai searching in the forest and shouted, "Uncle Duan, we found traces of fighting and blood in front of us. Do you want to go and take a look?"
Blood
Hearing this, Duan Mubai's heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the valley. Could it be that the junior sister...
He staggered forward and followed them to the place where blood was dripping. Seeing the traces around and the blood dripping on the ground, he asked in a trembling voice: "Where are the people? Have you seen anyone?"
"No, when we came here we only saw signs of a fight in this area, but no one was there."
A disciple said, looking at the pale Duan Mubai, hesitantly asked: "Uncle Duan, were you calling Uncle Shangguan just now? We heard that she left this morning. Don't worry, it shouldn't be her."
Duan Mubai stood there in a daze, as if he hadn't heard anything. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. It wasn't her? How could it not be her? She left the sect today. Although the master was in seclusion yesterday, who knows...
Master... Yes, Master!
He seemed to remember something, turned around and walked back quickly.
On the other side, Feng Jiu went straight to the back of the ninth peak and went up from the back. San Yangzi set up layers of barriers and formations here to prevent people from having the opportunity to come up from the back. Maybe he was too confident, so he allowed her to come and go freely.
When she climbed up the ninth peak from behind, Sanyangzi locked the unconscious Shangguan Wanrong in his alchemy cave. Looking at the wounds on his body and the deep claw marks on his arms, his eyes darkened.
Who was it? Who knew that he would attack Shangguan Wanrong
Duan Mubai? It couldn't be him. His contracted beast was only a peak-level holy beast. If it wasn't him, who else could it be
The Swallowing Cloud Divine Beast is a ferocious and warlike beast. He is also an alchemist. Even though he has cultivated to the level of Flying Immortal, he still focuses on cultivating spiritual energy. Combat skills are not as important to them as alchemy. Therefore, if they really fight head-on, he is not sure he can defeat a war beast.