Master Yun Yin nodded, his demeanor respectful: "I shall duly follow your command, Esteemed One."
He immediately ordered all disciples to retreat to the inner mountain and not to engage in battle!
...
At the foot of the mountain, moving at full speed, Jiang Ning and his group had reached the base of Yunyin Peak.
The arrival of over a thousand people instantly occupied most of the mountain base.
However, they saw a turbulent cloud in front, thick as cotton, completely obscuring the paths to the mountain, sight penetrating barely three yards.
Shen Wenyan looked ahead, his brows furrowing tightly: "Brother Jiang, this fog is quite peculiar."
Jiang Ning nodded: "It seems it contains the enigma of an array, a type of trapping formation. It appears the Cross Immortal Gate anticipated our arrival, gathered their disciples, all withdrew to the mountain, leaving behind only an array for us."
