Lin Xuan hesitated a little.
But very quickly, that hesitant expression was replaced by resolve.
Giving up halfway was not Lin Xuan's style.
Besides, he had spent the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to defeat that Ghost Saint-level powerhouse. To retreat just like this—Lin Xuan truly could not accept it.
Forget it. What would it hurt to go take a look?
Although in the short term, his strength could not recover to its peak, even if he encountered another powerhouse of this level, if he could not beat them and only had to withdraw unscathed and flee, Lin Xuan still had some confidence.
Since that was the case, he might as well quietly head to Scorpion Mountain and take a look before deciding. After all, for the Cloud Forging Technique, even if there was only the faintest possibility, Lin Xuan was unwilling to let it slip by just like this.
The Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword was his lifebound treasure, so Lin Xuan naturally hoped its power would be the greater the better.
Thoughts turned through his mind. Blue light rose all over Lin Xuan's body, and he transformed into a streak of Startling Rainbow, flying ahead.
He no longer concealed his tracks, because there was no point. He and the Ghost Saint had fought for so long; if the Ghost Saint had companions, they would certainly have received the news long ago. Whether he hid his traces or not, the result would be the same.
Since that was so, he might as well fly faster. If his luck was good, perhaps he could even catch the other side off guard.
Since Lin Xuan had decided what to do, he had not the slightest hesitation. Looking ahead and behind, fearing the head and fearing the tail—these were great taboos