The Lightning Race experts looked at one another.
Some wavered, some hesitated, but unfortunately, they were not all useless straw bags. After faltering for a long while, someone finally said, "The Nine Heavens Immortal never issued any notice, nor did we inform the old venerable one. And... the thief Lin Fan's disappearance was far too inexplicable."
The Lightning Race experts belatedly realized it, and one after another clenched their fists, their faces turning green one moment and white the next.
The gap in realms and authority within the Cultivation World—
It made it very hard for them to make a judgment under those circumstances. If they had not stepped aside, what else could they have done?
As for how to explain it afterward, that was their own problem.
Elsewhere.
Wang Yu, who had left the mine region in an instant and swept Lin Fan directly out of the Little Thunder Realm, was now standing on a shattered meteor belt in the Outer Cosmic Sea.
He looked at Lin Fan, who was panting, scorched black from head to toe, with a smile that was not quite a smile. "You brat, if I hadn't come looking for you today, did you have any other way to escape danger?"
Lin Fan awkwardly rubbed his nose. "Senior, don't worry. I still have the Nine Heavens Talisman left behind by the Lightning Race princess. It can summon the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to split open the mine's formation, giving this kid a thread of life."
Wang Yu was instantly rendered speechless.
Good fellow.
That was probably a trump card similar to a True Immortal Dharma Decree, using the Lightning Race True Immortal's power to deal with the Lightning Race's Tribulation Transcendence cultivators. Trust him to come up with that. Could it be that princess had