The Threat From The Soul Separation Cultivator

Outside the gates of Xuanqing Sect, Long Haotian and his two junior brothers exchanged glances.

“You…,” Long Haotian began.

“Senior Brother Long, have you also received Senior Sister Xu’s message?” Chen Tao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

Long Haotian responded with a low voice, feeling inexplicably displeased.

So, they didn’t just send the message to him alone.

Wang Yi’an suggested, “Then let’s go together to meet Senior Sister Xu.”

After speaking, he and Chen Tao looked at Long Haotian expectantly.

With a dark expression, Long Haotian retrieved the Saint Gold Feather from his storage pouch and raised it towards the sky. The three of them leaped up and flew towards the location where Xu Yi’s message indicated.

On the spacious Martial Training Platform within Xuanqing Sect, a handsome man with sharp features exhaled slowly, sheathing his long sword.

Before him lay a practice sword stone covered in fresh sword marks.