A ninety percent chance of success—certain death!
True Lord Flying Snow spoke those startling words, yet Lu Yang's expression did not change. His face merely tightened slightly, as though he had already anticipated the answer.
Seeing this, the approval in True Lord Flying Snow's eyes deepened.
But the next moment, she reined in her emotions and waved a hand. "Enough. Go now. I'll wait for the day I can call you Daoist friend."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Yang saw rolling clouds of smoke rise around him once more, surging and obscuring countless sights. When the smoke dispersed again, he was already standing beyond the threshold of Feixue Palace. Looking back, Chongguang stood outside the threshold, traces of surprise still lingering on his face.
He really went in. And he came out completely unharmed?
Chongguang had never doubted Lu Yang's strength. After all, the condition for entering the palace was merely enduring one incense stick's worth of time. Not only Lu Yang—even he could accomplish that.
The issue was that Lu Yang was completely unharmed.
Every time Chongguang fought the mirror-image True Lord Flying Snow, he truly exhausted every method at his disposal. He had to fight until he was utterly spent just to last through one incense stick's worth of time.
And after coming out, he would be weak beyond measure.
Yet Lu Yang was unlike him. Not only was his aura perfectly full, it even seemed to be rising to another level. Clearly, it had not been as simple as one incense stick's worth of time.
With that thought, Chongguang immediately cupped his hands.
"Congratulations, Daoist friend."
Lu Yang returned the salute, then continued, "Please bring Yu Zhou and the Zou Yu Clan here as well. True Lord has already agreed to let them enter."
Chongguang