His peripheral vision swept swiftly over Lin Dong, barely pausing for even a moment.
Only when her cool gaze fell upon Lu Yunxiao did it linger, and faint unusual ripples arose in her clear eyes.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Lu Yunxiao flashed into the sky.
Ling Qingzhu also leaped up, azure light gleaming beneath her feet as a green lotus appeared out of thin air.
Her bare feet stepped upon the green lotus, and Ling Qingzhu arrived at Lu Yunxiao's side, walking alongside him.
The two figures became streams of light and vanished beyond the horizon in an instant.
"Rumble!"
Thunder boomed, winds and clouds churned, and heaven and earth lost their color.
Within the mountain forest, Lu Yunxiao radiated an unrivaled pressure. Purple lightning coiled around him, making him appear like a Thunder God descending into the world.
Lofty and supreme, he was filled with sacred majesty.
At Lu Yunxiao's side, Ling Qingzhu wore a light colored plain skirt, her jade feet bare and her hands wrapped around her sword. Her clear eyes stared at Lu Yunxiao, while an almost imperceptible trace of concern appeared upon her cool face.
After traveling all the way here, Lu Yunxiao had suddenly entered seclusion.
By now, it had already lasted half a month.
"Crackle!"
Lightning exploded as purple divine thunder spiraled around Lu Yunxiao like Lightning Dragons, radiating overwhelming divine might.
Ling Qingzhu's expression was grave. This purple divine thunder emanated an incomparably powerful aura.
She could even sense the world-destroying terror contained within it.
Such lightning was far more powerful than Ling Qingzhu could have imagined.
If not for Lu Yunxiao's pressure completely bypassing her—
She would likely have already turned pale, her heart pounding in terror.
"What an ancient aura. This lightning seems to have come