Ergouzi chuckled and said, "Kid, the Ye Family has likely emptied its ranks to make such a scene at the Yaochi Sacred Land. Even if they have a few old fogies sitting in the rear, it won’t matter. You have the Emperor Tower on you—anyone would be wary of that!"
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Shortly after, Ergouzi left the Xuantian Sacred Land again to scout for information.
Mo Yang flew up and landed atop the towering mountain gate of the Xuantian Sacred Land, where he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate, focusing his mind.
As the night grew deeper, the world became increasingly quiet. Perched on the gate, Mo Yang heard nothing but the whistling wind brushing past his ears.
Before he knew it, the stars faded from the sky, and a faint, milky white light began to emerge on the horizon. It wouldn't be long before dawn.
Mo Yang opened his eyes; his condition had been adjusted to its peak.
"I wonder if those experts at the Yaochi Sacred Land have awakened yet..." Mo Yang whispered to himself.
He was not worried about the safety of the Yaochi Sacred Land. He knew very well that even if the Ye Family brought an Emperor Weapon to attack, it was virtually impossible to breach Kunlun Mountain.
If the people of the Yaochi Sacred Land did not step out from behind that Bronze Gate, there was nothing the Ye Family could do other than circle the mountain.
Chapter 270