"Tomorrow is the Immortal Emperor's wedding day. The entire Immortal Realm is celebrating as one. I wonder what a grand spectacle the Land of Ultimate Bliss will be!"
"Sadly, our cultivation is not high enough to qualify for the banquet. We can only yearn for it from afar!"
The closer he got to the exit from the Underworld leading to the Immortal Realm, the more often he heard such envious remarks. Ling Feng frowned and muttered to himself, "Tomorrow..."
An Underworld cultivator draped in a large crimson shoulder cape suddenly sensed something racing toward him from behind. Before he could react, a fierce gust struck him, sending him spinning through the air several times. When he finally steadied himself, he discovered that the cape wrapped around him had vanished without a trace. It was obvious that someone passing by had snatched it away.
The Underworld cultivator was about to roar and demand who had dared steal his belongings, but upon seeing that streak of light vanish in the blink of an eye, he immediately shut his mouth. Judging from that speed alone, the other party's cultivation far surpassed his own. If he really called the person back, it might no longer be a matter of losing a cape—he could very well lose his life. Yet what left him scratching his head was that his cape was merely an ordinary one. Why would such an expert steal something so inconspicuous?
It did not matter if he could not figure it out. Bi Changchun, flying at breakneck speed, suddenly spread the blood-red cape in his hands against the wind. With a sharp rustle, it billowed like a crimson cloud. As he shot forward, he draped it over his shoulders, concealing his blue robe, then flashed directly toward the heavily guarded Underworld