The night passed without incident.
The next day, just as the sky was turning pale, Lin Xuan set out.
Several months ago, he had visited the main headquarters of Heavenly Sound Palace, so he could be considered familiar with the route.
Only last time, the sect master's granddaughter had led the way, so he had traveled unhindered. This time, however, he had to sneak in quietly, which invisibly added no small amount of difficulty.
Still, Lin Xuan was not afraid. His strength was no longer what it had once been. Heavenly Sound Palace was indeed a dragon's pool and tiger's den, but whether it could trap him was another matter.
No matter what, he had to rescue Qin Xin.
The Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art originally possessed the effect of returning to simplicity and truth. Once Lin Xuan also used the Qi-Concealment Technique, he truly seemed no different from an ordinary mortal; not the slightest trace of spiritual pressure leaked from him. Afterward, Lin Xuan turned into an inconspicuous streak of Startling Rainbow and flew silently toward Heavenly Sound Palace.
How swift was his Escape Light? Very soon, Zhenhuan Mountain appeared clearly before his eyes.
Though he was plainly still a hundred li away, he could already feel abundant spiritual energy.
No wonder Heavenly Sound Palace had chosen this place as its main headquarters. The excellence of its Spirit Vein was truly extraordinary.
Although he had already been here last time, Lin Xuan's face still could not help showing admiration.
The sky was washed a clear blue, and from time to time, brilliant Escape Lights streaked across it, making everything seem brimming with life.
Wait—weren't there a bit too many Escape Lights?
Lin Xuan raised a brow, and a trace of thought appeared on his face.
This was merely the