"Looks like I've managed to cover things up for now!"
After leaving Mount Wangsu, Fang Xing fled tens of thousands of miles in a single escape technique, his figure turning into a streak of light, hidden as he skimmed through the clouds. Only when he reached a deep mountain tens of thousands of miles away did he descend, then looked back; the void was deathly still, not the slightest fluctuation of qi. He raised his head to gaze at the sky and also didn't sense anyone using Divine Skills to search for him. Only then was he certain he had temporarily slipped free of those Masters' control—or perhaps those three Masters were simply too confident in their own Divine Skills and Daoist arts, believing that as long as he accepted the inheritance, he'd have no hope of escape, so they no longer kept their eyes tightly on him on the surface, lest that in itself arouse his suspicion…
"I ought to seize this chance to probe the mysteries of this Immortal Realm first…"
