This was an endless grassland. The sky was somewhat dark, with black clouds gathering overhead, as if rain would soon fall.
In an unremarkable patch of grass, a cultivator sat cross-legged. He looked no more than twenty-odd years old, and his features were ordinary to the extreme.
To put it bluntly, if he were thrown into a crowd, he would quickly be forgotten. If there was any single difference between him and an ordinary person, it was that his skin was just a little darker.
Not far beside him, however, an exquisite Teleportation Array was eye-catching in the extreme.
Unfortunately, one corner of the formation had been forcibly cleaved in two. Although the damaged area was not large, when it came to teleportation, the slightest error could lead one a thousand miles astray. If it was not repaired, it would be impossible to use again.
Suddenly, the seated cultivator's brow twitched. As if sensing something, he raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and gazed into the extreme distance.
By then, a fine drizzle had begun to fall from the sky. As time passed, the rain seemed to be growing heavier.
At the far edge of the sky, one could see clusters of dark clouds. Apart from that, there was nothing at all.
Yet the cultivator's voice drifted softly into the ear. "He's finally back."
The expression on his face eased in relief. Although through the connection of mind and spirit, he had known at once that the main body had escaped danger, to say he had not been worried would certainly have been a lie.
Just like that, roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed. A wild gale rose all around, and the rain became more than ten times heavier than before. The raindrops