Bao Xing led his men to the campsite of the disciples from Qiandao Temple at the fastest speed, and just as the messenger had reported, the campsite was already consumed by a raging fire, with flames reaching towards the sky—it was now impossible to save it.
Seeing that all the mages from Qiandao Temple were gathered in one place, Bao Xing stepped forward. Upon recognizing him as someone from General Ling's camp, the crowd parted to let him through.
Bao Xing stepped forward and offered a bow. Master Ling Yi had already come out to meet him.
"General Bao, thank you for coming so promptly," Master Ling Yi didn't have much else to say at the moment. Too much had happened that night, and urgent messages had been sent to Qiandao Temple two times in a row.
