Cang Yan's physical body had not arrived; it was merely his Divine Soul, yet it struck awe into the hearts of the assembled experts.
Such a display of power left Lin Hao marveling.
It was then that Lin Hao realized he had still severely underestimated the old man.
Staring at the blood lion in the sky, Lin Hao's eyes narrowed, his thoughts unreadable.
In all of Imperial City, aside from Lin Hao, there was only one other person who dared to stare at Cang Yan's Divine Soul so intently.
"Cang... You... Are you all right?" a woman called Fairy Peerless stared at the blood lion, her fists clenched and her voice trembling.
She and Cang Yan had been separated for forty years. How could she not be overcome with emotion upon suddenly seeing his Divine Soul?
The blood lion glanced at her but said nothing. At the same time, its form began to slowly fade.
"No! Don't go!" Fairy Peerless's voice was a plaintive cry.
There was no response.
