The two Spirit Realm cultivators guided the shuttle-shaped magical artifact onward at high speed.
The artifact moved with astonishing speed, leaving a faint trail of silver light across the gray, murky sky.
Following the direction of the last aura captured by the tracking disk, they swept over one stretch of black wasteland after another. Finally, after roughly an incense stick's worth of time, a motionless figure appeared at the edge of their vision.
Su Bai stood there.
He neither concealed himself nor fled. He had not even assumed a guarded stance.
He simply stood there with his hands behind his back, as though he had long expected them to come and was waiting for them.
That calm, waterlike gaze had already firmly locked onto their artifact while it was still a thousand li away.
They had been locked on.
The silver-robed youth's heart tightened slightly.
It was an exceedingly subtle sensation—clearly, the other man was merely "looking" at them. No fluctuations of spiritual power leaked out, and no pressure was released. Yet that gaze alone gave him the illusion that there was nowhere to hide.
This man's cultivation was terrifying.
The gray-robed elder noticed it as well.
He exchanged a glance with the silver-robed youth, and both saw the gravity in the other's eyes, along with a trace of barely concealed delight.
The first ascender from this high-grade node in three hundred years truly was extraordinary!
The magical artifact slowly descended several dozen zhang before Su Bai, stirring up a faint cloud of smoke and dust.
In a flicker of silver light, the shuttle-shaped artifact rapidly shrank into a silver object the size of a palm, which the silver-robed youth tucked into his sleeve.
Two figures appeared before Su Bai.
One old, one young.
The elder wore gray robes, with