C191 Confluence

Extreme North, Desolate Flame Abyss, outside the Quicksand World.

Ten figures shot out from the Quicksand World like lightning. After closely following Ling Jian, they were like ten sharp swords as they charged into the sky with an astonishing aura.

"Young Sect Master!"

The ten people behind him were none other than the top ten disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect.

When they came up