At that time, he felt that Huang Yan wasn't simple.
'I think Huang Yan said that he has a brother in the county capital who would take care of me…' At the thought of this, an unbelievable thought suddenly surfaced in Xu Qing's mind. His heart skipped a beat and he instinctively looked at Qingqin.
Qingqin had agreed so easily previously, and Xu Qing had no idea why.
After pondering, Xu Qing restrained this thought, deciding to find an opportunity to ask Qingqin.
Just like that, time flowed by.
Under the arrangements of the Sword Holding Court, the army of the Yinghuang Province launched a large-scale teleportation, shortening the journey to Quzhao Province. Hence, three days later, the army was only six hours away from Quzhao Province.
During these three days, Xu Qing accompanied Xue Lianzi and gained a complete understanding of what had happened within the sect during his absence.
He also visited the Great Elder many times to tell him what he knew about the front line situation and the real-time information he had received about the Cloth Forbidden from the Secretariat Department, planning a coordinated strategy.
"The Cloth Forbidden in Quzhao Province is at the edge of the Cloth Race's territory. That place isn't a jungle but an incomparably huge black burial cloth."
"This burial cloth is filled with ominousness, permeated with anomalous substances. All living beings who enter it seem to have stepped into a strange world that is completely isolated from the outside world."
"In essence, the calamity this time is the revival of this black burial cloth."
"The first to bear the brunt isn't the Sword Holding Court and the human race in Quzhao Province, but the Cloth Race."
"The Cloth Race isn't actually a native race of the Quzhao Province. They are a new race born after the fragmented-face of the god arrived and the Cloth Forbidden was formed."
"They reject death and yearn for beauty, which is incompatible with the environment of the Cloth Forbidden. Therefore, they split off and formed their own clan outside. It is because of this that they are in conflict with the Cloth Forbidden, and the two cannot coexist peacefully."
"Hence, guarding the Cloth Forbidden is an instinctive action of the Cloth Race."
"This time, Quzhao Province has gathered the strength of a province and is almost done sealing the Cloth Forbidden. According to the information given by Quzhao Province's Sword Holding Court, the situation has been greatly controlled."
This was the information Xu Qing had received from Qing Qiu. The Great Elder also had some understanding of this but it wasn't as comprehensive as the Secretariat Department's summary.
"Then this time, with our help, we can speed up the completion of this seal." The Great Elder spoke in a deep voice.
Xu Qing nodded. His gaze swept past the Spirit Venerable Nether Fairy, who had shrunk to the size of an ordinary person behind the Great Elder.
As a prisoner, she had no freedom, so she was also conscripted to the battle.
Sensing Xu Qing's gaze, the Nether Fairy snorted and ignored him.
Xu Qing didn't care. He then chatted with the Great Elder for a while. As the army got closer and closer to Quzhao Province, he left the huge ship and returned to Qingqin's right head.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was about to reach Quzhao Province, Xu Qing thought of some of his previous guesses and spoke softly.
"Senior Qingqin, do you… know Huang Yan?"
"Gah?" Qingqin's three heads that were pecking at the feathers on each other's necks blinked at the same time.
Xu Qing looked at it and probed.
"Senior Qingqin, why don't we communicate with our divine senses?"
"Gah!"
Qingqin's eyes revealed dissatisfaction, as though it was more persistent in relying on its 'gah' sounds to transmit its words. Hence, all three heads shook their heads and were about to let out a cry, when they suddenly looked in the distance in unison.
It wasn't the only one. The Yinghuang Province army also immediately activated spells and locked onto the front.
They had arrived at Quzhao Province.
The reason why everyone was so solemn was because an extremely dense aura of death rose from the ground of Quzhao Province, changing the sky and everything.
In Xu Qing's memories, the land of the Quzhao Province mainly consisted of plains. Moreover, the place they had entered now belonged to the Cloth Race's territory.
The Cloth Race's territory was colorful and very beautiful.
But now… this place was covered in grayish-white.
It was an incomparably huge shroud!
Upon closer inspection, one could see that this shroud was formed by countless Cloth Race members. They fused together and formed such a vast shroud.
There were shirts, pants, hats, gloves, and all kinds of clothes. However, they weren't colorful but uniformly grayish-white.
Terrifying fluctuations spread out from the shroud, affecting the sky, causing the sky here to be dark. It was the color of decayed corpses, causing one to involuntarily feel oppressed.
As for the grayish-white color of the ground, it revealed desolation and emitted a dense aura of death. In fact, one could even sense that the Cloth Race members who formed this shroud were all dead.
This was a cloth formed by using their corpses.
Xu Qing fell silent.
As the Yinghuang Province's army entered, the group finally saw the army formed by the various sects and races of the Quzhao Province.
There were more than a million of them. Under the command of the Quzhao Province's Sword Holding Court, they were scattered at the edge of the huge shroud. There were people from all races inside. They went all out to lift the astonishing cloth and gradually advance.
There were also Taboo magic treasures with different appearances circling the sky, emitting threads that connected to the shroud and lifted it with all their might.
What they were covering was a gigantic black burial cloth. Compared to it, the cultivators were like ants, insignificant.
