Outside the Misty Forest, where Seven-Colored Mist lingered without dispersing, Yue Qianchou and Hong Tailong suddenly appeared. The two looked around but found no movement, and their gazes fell upon the dazzling mist, their expressions differing. In truth, it was already unlikely that anyone from the mortal world would come here. Though the Seven-Colored Mist was captivating, this desolate wilderness of barren hills and treacherous waters was not somewhere ordinary people needed to venture.
Hong Tailong suddenly turned back to Yue Qianchou and sighed. "The Star Pearl truly is miraculous. You can go wherever you want; no matter how far away, it takes but an instant."
"It is not as miraculous as you think. You need to set the coordinates beforehand." Yue Qianchou paused, then turned back strangely and asked, "How much do you know about the Star Pearl?" He had assumed Hong Tailong knew it well, but those words made him doubtful.
"Not much. I have only heard rumors that they are Divine Artifacts forged by the Dao. The function of each one may differ, but those who can use a Star Pearl are all people capable of inheriting the Dao's intent." Hong Tailong looked at Yue Qianchou with a complicated gaze, containing no small measure of envy.
Yue Qianchou smiled dismissively. He did not even know who the Dao was, much less whether he had inherited any Dao intent. The Star Pearl he knew of had already changed hands three times: first it had fallen into Bi Changchun's hands, then Bai Suzhen's, and finally he had picked up the bargain. What the hell did that have to do with inheriting Dao intent?
Yet he only kept those words to himself and would not tell Hong Tailong. Still, he was quite interested in that unfathomably mysterious Dao, so he