So the dinner party was changed from being hosted by Lü Wanjian to being hosted by Chu Tan.
The best restaurants in the small town are just a bit tidy, but nobody complains.
After ordering some side dishes and the restaurant's best wine, Chu Tan found a junior sister who loved to drink and bought several jars of fine wine. The four of them sat down happily.
"Does this small town belong to the Xuanhu Sect? I noticed you arrived quite quickly," Song Siyao asked casually.
Song Tingwan and Lü Wanjian were unaware of this, as they were rescuing people elsewhere at the time.
Chu Tan shook his head, "This small town has no powerful backing, but I reported it to the sect yesterday and have it incorporated into the Xuanhu Sect."
"We arrived quickly because we were traveling and a close junior sister happened to live in this area. After learning about the earthquake, the ground fissures, and the rampaging monsters, we rushed here immediately."
Several people nodded.
"We've all come here to save lives, and it's fate that we've met here. Let's have a drink!"
Lu Wanjian raised his glass. He wasn't very reserved in front of the three well-known men. He was a stickler for principles; anyone with the same goal was his friend.
The three raised their glasses, making a crisp sound.
After a few drinks, they couldn't help but talk about the sudden earthquake.
“If the Tianyan Sect could have foreseen the earth cracks, they wouldn’t have ignored them. This time, there was no warning at all. I suspect something must have happened.”
Chu Tan was the first to offer his opinion.
Looking at the small town split in two by the earth's fissure, Lü Wanjian sighed: "Could the fissure be related to that Yin Sha power? If not, could something else have caused it?"
If there are still problems, then that would be terrible.
Song Siyao frowned and told them what she knew.
"Throughout the entire cultivation world, no other places have been found to have experienced sudden ground fissures."
Only here.
Was it to stop her and her older sister, or... had something terrible happened again?
"Shall we stay here for a few days? If there's nothing else, we can continue our journey."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan recalled the fissure in the ground caused by the blood moon and torrential rain, and her heart skipped a beat.
I have a bad feeling.
This small town is too remote, has no allied power, and no high-level cultivators to guard it. If something were to happen, everyone in the town would be in danger.
"Okay," Song Siyao replied.
She wouldn't feel at ease if he really left like this.
"Since I have nothing else to do, I'll stay with you for a few days." Lu Wanjian thought about it and realized that what they said made a lot of sense.
He will stay and observe for a few days.
Chu Tan calculated the number of casualties that had been tallied, "My fellow disciples and I estimate it will take us another two days to finish this."
And just in time, they were able to stay.
The four of them drank wine and ate food, and at Chu Tan's invitation, rested at an inn booked by the Xuanhu Sect.
The small town was suddenly struck by misfortune. Knowing that they had been busy for a day and a night, the people around the inn were exceptionally considerate and hardly made any loud noises to disturb the immortals' rest.
They chatted for a while and didn't return to the inn until almost noon.
I slept soundly until nightfall.
Before I could wake up naturally, the ground shook again.
The monk, who was in his sleep, suddenly got up and rushed out the door to check the situation.
Song Siyao pulled her older sister out, and when she saw the blood moon in the sky again, her gaze darkened.
"not good."
As soon as Song Tingwan finished speaking, cracks suddenly appeared in the ground.
It slowly spread and expanded from a tiny crack.
Then, unexpectedly, it began to crack.
Screams echoed throughout the city.
The inn where they were staying also collapsed instantly, with cracks appearing continuously due to the earthquake.
In the instant they fell, Song Siyao pulled his older sister along and grabbed a few other cultivators who hadn't yet reacted.
Following suit, Lü Wanjian flew on his sword above the giant crevice in the abyss, casually grabbing a few people.
The gap is too big.
Some cultivators realized what was happening and seized many medical and alchemy cultivators who were powerless to resist.
Song Tingwan waved her hand, releasing various flying magical artifacts. She stayed behind A Yao, distracted by controlling the rescue of many people.
Chu Tan released the spirit boat given to him by the sect for this trip, continuously lowering it into the abyss of the rift to pull up those who had fallen in.
Everyone was busy rescuing people when a sudden change occurred.
Before everyone's eyes, the medium-sized spirit boat was swept away by a blood-red tentacle.
Everyone was stunned. Song Siyao took the lead, carrying a string of people, and quickly moved to the side to protect her sister.
This small town originally had a crack about a hundred paces wide.
This time, not only did a new crack, hundreds of feet wide, appear, but the original small crack also widened.
What was originally just a slight collapse is now even more dilapidated.
The entire town was in ruins. The cultivators were doing their best to save people. Song Siyao placed his sister on a safe open space and said, "I'm going to save Chu Tan and the others."
Song Tingwan nodded, "Okay, I'll go rescue them. Contact me via telepathy."
Lu Wanjian followed behind her, placing the person he had pulled out next to Song Tingwan, saying, "I'll go help."
Song Tingwan nodded, and with a wave of her hand, a sixth-grade elixir mist descended upon the entire city.
The disciples of the Suspended Pot Sect who were being rescued were still in shock. After the elixir mist fell, they didn't have time to react before they buried themselves in rescuing people.
Over there, Song Siyao and Lü Wanjian descended on their swords. Some people with a strong will to survive were hanging on the edge of the crack, and many sword cultivators and cultivators with flying magical artifacts were helping them.
There was also the pile of flying magical artifacts that Song Tingwan threw out; after she rescued the people, she would let the rescued cultivators take control of them.
As Song Siyao flew by, he saw those familiar flying magical artifacts and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
The two flew lower and lower, seemingly into an unfathomable abyss.
They didn't see Chu Tan and the others either.
"Something's not right." Lü Wanjian slowed down, somewhat hesitant.
The crack gave him a sense of apprehension.
Over the years of taking orders, his intuition has saved him many times.
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