After a brief moment of thought, green light blazed up around Lin Xuan, turning into a sheet of radiant haze that swept the two women inside, then tore through the air and flew away.
With his present cultivation, his escape light was naturally astonishingly swift. In the blink of an eye, they had flown several dozen li. Then he casually found a desolate, secluded place and descended.
"Good. This place is already far from Spirit Herb Mountain's branch altar. Whatever troubles you have, the two of you can speak of them now."
"Yes!" Lu Ying'er curtsied, and the gaze she turned on Lin Xuan held an added measure of respect. Without using any magic treasure, his flying speed was already so startling—could he be a Core Condensation cultivator?
Though it was only a guess, it was enough to make the girl's heart surge with excitement. On ordinary days, the most formidable experts she could come into contact with were no more than Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. As for Core Condensation seniors, she had only glimpsed one from far away when she had first entered the sect.
As the saying went, fortune was where misfortune leaned, and misfortune was where fortune lay hidden. The affairs of this world were, by nature, hard to explain clearly. What had happened today, for her and her junior sister, might well be a strange encounter. If they could obtain guidance from this senior, it would naturally be of great benefit to their future cultivation.
Thinking this, the expression on her face became even more respectful.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Though he did not know what the young woman was thinking, from the changes in the corners of her eyes and brows, he could guess eight or nine parts