The moment he realized what was happening, Songling Zi had no time to worry about anything else. His figure transformed into a streak of sword-light and shot into the sky.
Meanwhile, Wang Zhiyuan remained where he was, staring up at the scene with a flash of envy in his eyes.
His current strength was insufficient for flight.
The True Energy in his body could, at most, allow him to glide for a short distance on his Demon-slaying Sword. He couldn't truly fly into the sky, so he could only stand and watch.
'Master is in such a hurry. Could something major have happened?'
Wang Zhiyuan frowned.
...
As a Great Cultivator at the Ninth Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm, Songling Zi's speed was nothing short of astonishing.
In just a few moments, he arrived high above Tai Ze Lake.
His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept across the area, his expression growing ever more solemn.
The sky was dim, fierce winds howled, and the surface of the lake churned with violent waves.
