The Fox Race seemed quite aggressive.
Or perhaps one could say... utterly infuriated.
Someone had caused such a commotion right under their noses, and it was at the key locations of the Spirit Field and the Xuan Flower Mountain Opening Axe.
But as soon as they approached this place, an endless curtain of rain emerged from nowhere, seemingly from all directions, along with surging mist, completely engulfing them.
"...The Xiangyun Zither of the Four Seasons Sect?"
"It seems there's also Su Xing's old astral array."
"Is it a disciple of the Four Seasons Sect or a disciple of Su Xing that's barged in?"
Being Nascent Souls, they surely had the wisdom to immediately discern the situation here.
And it was very clear.
The cultivator here was merely buying time.
That also meant...
