The five talents from the Transcendent planets were left in a state of disbelief and humiliation. Three of them were in tears, one coughing blood, and the last deep in contemplation, questioning their life choices. It was a nightmarish conclusion they would rather forget for the rest of their lives. Their once esteemed titles as celestial beings and prodigies now seemed to have been dragged through the mud.0

The Old Fox, having witnessed enough, waved his sleeve gracefully, devoid of any worldly trappings. He began to lead the two women, Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin, along with the little fox spirit, on their way.0

Yuan Kun, wiping blood from his mouth, cast a cold glance backward. Hidden within the woods were elite cultivators of the Herb Gathering level, lying in wait for their moment to strike. Even Mu Xue, who earlier possessed an ethereal aura, was now pitifully holding her nose and wiping away tears, signaling to her clan's experts to follow.0

Wang Xuan and Old Chen quickly followed Old Fox. As they moved, Old Fox gestured for them to stop. "Go back now, no need to see us off any further," he said.0

Wang Xuan, feigning reluctance, replied, "They say to see off a friend for a thousand miles ends in inevitable parting, yet we've only covered three miles. Let us accompany you a bit further."0

Wu Yin glanced over, perhaps interpreting Wang Xuan's reluctance as an attachment to her and Zhao Qinghan. Unaware...0