Chapter 5798

Moments later, beyond the soaring archway of Mystic Sky Sword Sect’s mountain gate, Clara came forward with twenty disciples. Every one of them was clad in close-fitting travel blacks, long blades across their backs, eyes clear and predatory.

Each disciple’s realm hovered between Levels Three and Five of the Heavenly Immortal stage; their movements rustled no more than a passing breeze. They were, without doubt, the sect’s finest scouts.

Jared now wore a plain azure travel robe, its hems caught by the wind at the very front of the formation. Clara stood half a step behind him, pretty face locked in a rigid mask. To her, taking orders from a Level Seven Human Immortal was humiliation etched in granite.

“Safe travels, Mr. Chance. Should you need aid, send word at once,” Linden called.

He pressed a sword-shaped talisman into Jared’s palm-its edges cold, its glow faint as moonlit frost.

Jared closed his fingers around the charm. “My thanks. Farewell, Master Cloudridge.”

He spoke no further. A streak of blue light burst from beneath his feet-then Jared became a racing comet aimed at the distant Myriad Beast Mountains. Clara hissed through her teeth but lifted her arm all the same. “Form up-after him!”