The trip to the ruins of the Puppet Sect was drawing to a close.
Whether it was the peripheral area or the central area, the crowd was thinning, and many martial artists had withdrawn because the treasures within the ruins had been nearly picked clean, including the highly sought-after Void Martial Saint Tablet, which had already vanished.
Above the vast sky, one could see a young man in a black robe flying through the air, with a fluffy, snow-white little creature perched on his shoulder.
Without a doubt, this pair was Xiao Ye and Little White.
"Little White, is the aura of the Duel Arena you sensed right ahead?" Xiao Ye asked with a frown.
Little White twitched its nostrils and carefully sensed around, then confidently nodded its head.
"This Puppet Sect really knows how to be troublesome. I really don't know how the disciples of their sect used to locate the Duel Arena," Xiao Ye said somewhat helplessly as he continued flying forward.
