He quickly shut up, not daring to speak any more, lest he be criticized by his master.

He pressed his dragon-slaying hand on the moss-covered mountain wall next to him, which was like a swamp. Stones rustled down, and in a blink of an eye, a cave appeared.

Li Muchan put the five people in the cave, sealed it, and wrote a few big words next to it: "The bones of the five elders of the Changbai Sword Sect are buried here."

"Master, what's wrong?" Li Muchan clapped his hands, turned around and said with a smile.

Master Zhuzhao gave him a blank look, bowed three times towards the mountain wall, stared at Li Muchan's big characters, shook his head and sighed quietly: "Let's go!"

She walked fluttering in front of her, with Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue walking side by side behind her. The three of them, their clothes fluttering, went down the mountain in a blink of an eye and followed the original path back. All eight horses were there.

Dayan was short of horses, and every horse was valuable. Although Canghaishan was rich, Master Zhuzhao did not waste any money. She took all eight horses with her, and the three of them changed horses and rode them. The speed was extremely fast, and they rushed back to Canghai in just a few days.

Mountain.

On Canghai Mountain, Yang Zhong, the master of the Penglai Pavilion, has been waiting for many days. Wang Xiaoyao's injury is almost healed. Li Muchan's palm looked serious, but he recovered quickly.

When the Penglai Pavilion group was about to leave, a piece of news ruined Master Zhuzhao's good mood.
Chapter completed!