Bai Ruxue stared intently at the approaching Linglong Tower.
Just as the Linglong Tower was about to descend and suppress her, in that hair's breadth of a moment...
A gentle breeze suddenly brushed past.
The wind carried the faint, refreshing scent of ink.
When the Linglong Tower was a mere ten feet from Bai Ruxue, it froze in mid-air, unable to descend any further.
The gentle breeze, like the rustling of turning pages, seemed to transform into a pair of large, invisible hands, steadily holding the Linglong Tower aloft.
The Celestial Vault Daoist's brow furrowed, and he turned to look into the distance.
There, he saw a man in a green scholar's robe, a longsword in hand, walking toward him step by step.
With every step he took, his figure would instantly appear dozens of feet away.
When he was close enough, before the Celestial Vault Daoist could even speak, the scholar in green had already raised his longsword and swung it down.
