Endless Lake. Rippling light shimmered along the shore, reflecting the azure sky. A gentle breeze swept past, as though a pair of enormous hands were lightly stirring the heavens. Everything was tranquil and pleasant.
After Lin Xuan finished inscribing the laws, he felt unprecedentedly formidable power coursing through him, and an intoxicated smile curved his lips.
He pushed his perception to its limit, covering the entrance from Endless Lake into Endless Valley.
In an instant, he grasped every movement of the fifty-two-man party.
"Zhang Yang still hasn't returned?"
Someone spoke. He was a valiant young man, his brows carrying an aloof arrogance and imposing authority.
He seemed to be the backbone of the group. His casually spoken words immediately drew everyone's attention.
"Reporting to Young Master, Young Master Zhang Yang has yet to return, and he has not sent any message either!"
Someone quickly answered, speaking with utmost respect.
The young man addressed as Young Master was naturally Zhang Qiong.
Lin Xuan had also seen Zhang Qiong's image through Xue Feihen. Compared with that somewhat blurry recorded image, the Zhang Qiong within his perception was far more vigorous in spirit, vitality, and essence.
Upon hearing the report, Zhang Qiong's brows furrowed slightly.
For some reason, he had an ominous premonition.
It was as if something had suddenly fixed its gaze upon him.
Yet after spreading out his perception to investigate, he found no abnormalities whatsoever.
That left him deeply puzzled!
Still, he had always trusted his instincts.
For no other reason than that these instincts had saved his life more than once in the perilous lands of the Central Region, where every step was fraught with danger.
"All personnel, stay alert. A battle may break out very soon."
Zhang Qiong spoke again. He would rather expend a little more manpower