“Uncle, there seem to be a few people over by that stone forest already.” Ye Siwan, dressed in white, walked on an old path behind Feng Feiyun. She became cautious after seeing others.

In Bronze Mountain, even an ant could be dangerous.

She took out a large spirit sword with a half-broken blade. It belonged to Ji Yibei and still had great spirituality, towering at sixty meters and completely ablaze. [1]

It was initially pinned on a cliff with powerful murderous intents and a scorching temperature. “Uncle” did something amazing to take it down and handed it to her as repayment for her damaged lunar disk.

Divine intents became ineffective in this place so they didn’t spot these cultivators before getting close.

Moreover, judging by their auras, several were definitely at the ancestor level.

Feiyun...