"Tsk."

Min Yi leads Qian Yizheng and the others, keeping a close but not too close distance from the Saintess Sect’s group.

"There really are a lot of people," An Yilu remarks.

At this moment, they stand on the peak of the mountain, watching below as the people of the Saintess Sect hurry along, just like ants, so many of them.

"I suspect the Saintess Sect is preparing to relocate their Sect. Could they be planning to move the entire Sect to the Merciful Continent?" He asks, puzzled.

Upon hearing his words, the others raise an eyebrow, while Min Yi even raises his hand to touch his chin.

"It’s not entirely impossible."

The Saintess Sect has been seizing others’ territories for years now. It’s not out of the question that they want to relocate their entire Sect to the Merciful Continent.

But this idea is a bit presumptuous. On any plane, in any continent, isn’t every piece of land already claimed? Is it really so easy to seize someone else’s territory?

"But aren’t these Saintess Sect people foolish? Such a long procession, do they really think no one will notice?" He’s still a bit speechless.

This lengthy procession, so many people, this isn’t even the first batch. He received word that some have already gone ahead to the gateway to the Merciful Continent.

Do they really not fear being discovered?

"Maybe they’re confident and believe this time they can definitely leave the Seasonal Moon Plane," An Yilu says.

"Let’s follow them."

Qian Yizheng says nothing more but urges everyone to set off, following the Saintess Sect people.

...

In the icy snow, a fire continues to burn.

An Jiuyue holds a demon beast leg in her hand, roasting it over the fire. Flame City Master, along with Hong Tianxu and Bai Yan, are not far behind, each with food roasting in their hands.

Meanwhile, Qian Jiyun almost twists off the head of the Evil Dragon. Although they’re on the vast icy land, the anger rises uncontrollably.

"This won’t do. I’ve practiced according to what you said, but still can’t learn it. What should I do?" The Evil Dragon speaks to Qian Jiyun with pure innocence. He feels it’s not his fault, but rather Qian Jiyun’s fault as a teacher.

Otherwise, with his intelligence and cleverness, how could he not master it?

Qian Jiyun almost spits out a mouthful of old blood, staring deeply at the Evil Dragon. He regrets it a little. What to do? Instead of dealing with taming this Evil Dragon, it might be faster just to kill it!

As for how to deal with finding Evil Dragons in the future, there are so many ways. Besides, they can’t have too many attachments. There’s absolutely no need to rely on such a... Silly Dragon!

"Let me think about how to cultivate. You’re hungry, aren’t you? Go eat something first."

Feeling the murderous aura emanating from the man, the Evil Dragon decisively backs down, not daring to anger this man further.

In order to learn the Imperial Immortal Technique, to preserve his life, he might as well play dumb. He even gives up referring to himself by name, because in recent days, Qian Jiyun’s training has left him with no temper.

"Reflect on it yourself."

Qian Jiyun can’t force the issue. He has to step away for a bit.

He secretly feels fortunate that he’s never taken any disciples. Otherwise, if he had accepted such a silly disciple, he couldn’t even count how many times he’d have died from frustration.

After speaking, he comes to An Jiuyue’s side and takes the demon beast leg from her hands.

"Let me roast it, you take a break."

"How’s it going? Still no progress?"

An Jiuyue turns to glance at the Evil Dragon, her tone full of helplessness.