"You ask me, but how would I know? However, I have read in ancient records that every direct-line cultivator of that family has a special mark planted in their body by Lord Heavenly Demon. Once they fall, the image will be sent back to the family..." the Golden-Haired Elder said slowly.
"Truly?" The Nascent Soul was somewhat surprised.
"That's right. At least, that is what the records say. So that brat called Xianmu Yi Lan cannot be offended. Even if the City Lord came here in person, he absolutely would not dare to kill him. That is why I let him go..." the Golden-Haired Elder said rather helplessly.
"But on this trip, we're returning empty-handed, unable to complete the mission we were given. After we go back, how are we supposed to explain it?"
"What else can we do? Naturally, tell the truth. This time, even people from the Heavenly Demon Family appeared. I believe the City Lord will make his own judgment and absolutely won't lay the blame on you or me."
"That is all we can do." The Nascent Soul nodded. Now that things had come to this, there truly was only this one path left.
At the same time, Lin Xuan was already tens of thousands of li away. Although he had not pushed his escape speed to the limit, that was only relatively speaking; in truth, his flying speed was still extremely fast.
It was just that Lin Xuan's face was deathly pale. His exhausted magic power could be replenished with Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, but using Phantom Escape repeatedly had placed far too heavy a burden on his fleshly body.
This time, it was not only a loss of vital energy; even his meridians had developed some problems.
However, Lin Xuan did not dare rest. A