When the mountain rain was about to come, wind filled the tower. The involvement of the Yinhun Fierce Ghosts would inevitably plunge the entire East Sea into even greater chaos. Though Lin Xuan was confident he could protect himself, at such an extraordinary time, wandering around outside was clearly extremely unwise.
Moreover, he was no longer alone now. He still had two disciples to look after, and he did not know what the situation at the Hundred Herb Sect was like either.
Whether by feeling or reason, Lin Xuan had to hurry back to the Chaotic Sea Region as quickly as possible.
However, the East Sea was vast, and the place where Lin Xuan had been teleported out was, unfortunately, far too distant from the Chaotic Sea Region. Even with his escape speed, it would take roughly a month.
In other words, this time, haste truly would not let him eat hot tofu.
There was no use being anxious in this situation, so Lin Xuan could only lower his head and hurry on his way.
That was not to say, however, that Lin Xuan flew day and night without stopping. With his willpower and the toughness of his body, going a month without rest or sleep was nothing.
However, at such an extraordinary time, plugging one's ears to everything outside the window was very foolish.
Lin Xuan had extremely rich experience in this regard, so of course he understood that the more it was a time like this, the more he had to gather intelligence from every side.
Along the way, whenever he encountered cultivators, Lin Xuan would stop to inquire about news.
Among them, some cultivators cooperated and frankly told him what they knew. Others harbored malicious intentions, and some even wanted to kill Lin Xuan and seize his