Xigu Mountain.
Upon arriving on the back of a thousand-hand centipede, Su Jie saw from a distance a group of people setting up camp.
These were the troops led by Sect Master Zhang Junwei, which included three thousand disciples and ten Elders, among them was Su Jie's Master, Taoist Qiu.
Thump!
The thousand-hand centipede landed on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"It's Elder Su."
The nearby Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples recognized the centipede and knew that Su Jie had returned.
The disciples dismounted from the back of the centipede, each carrying bags big and small; without Storage Bags, they had to shoulder their booty back.
When the stationed disciples of the Ghost Ridge Palace saw the spoils of war in the bags, bloodstained Magic Artifacts, talismans, and spiritual materials, their eyes turned green with envy.
"Hiss, so many spoils, they've made a fortune."
"Almost no one is missing, and the harvest is so huge, if only I had been chosen to join Elder Su's team."
