At first, Lin Xuan had no intention of bothering with the few tails behind him. Yet who knew whether those fellows were relying on the fact that they were Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivators, but they kept flying closer and closer.
Did they really think his divine sense could not detect them?
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Noticing a valley up ahead, he turned and flew toward it.
If he made a move himself, it would indeed draw attention. But if some accident happened to make the tails behind him suffer a little, Lin Xuan was naturally more than happy to see such a good thing.
A moment later, he landed at the mouth of the valley.
White mist curled and drifted within the valley. Aside from that, there was nothing special about it.
Yet a solemn expression appeared on Lin Xuan's face. He patted his Storage Bag, took out a white jade bottle, pulled out the stopper, poured out a pill, and swallowed it. Then his figure swayed, and he had already entered the middle of the valley.
A moment later, a streak of blue light flew over from the horizon.
The radiance drew in, revealing a cultivator dressed in blue robes.
Jiang Yan was a rising star among the third-generation disciples of Azure Cloud Mountain. In a short span of just over seventy years, he had already cultivated to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
In another ten years, he should be able to enter the great perfection known as False Core.
Though he was not the very best of his peers, he was still one of the most promising Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.
His peers were deeply envious. Yet although the title of False Core sounded impressive, Jiang Yan