Wu Wang felt a slight disappointment when he arrived at Annihilation Sect Mountain. He had thought there would be two rows of people with banners to welcome the Sect Master back. At the very least, the Elders should have come out to meet him, or they could have simply shut down the Mountain Protection Array for a while beforehand.
At this moment, the Sect's great Formation was calm and quiet. It even had two more layers activated than usual, all shrouded in turbid blood-red light. The cliffs on both sides were tinged with the damp charm of recent rain. The land for dozens of miles around the Rift Valley remained as desolate as ever, swarming with venomous insects and overgrown with poisonous plants.
Weren't Zhang Moshan and Yang Wudi, those two, supposed to have returned earlier?
