At the summit of the Sacred Tower, verdant pines spread like canopies, and clouds and mist curled through the air.
Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's phantom gazed gently at Yao Yao before him, as though he could see a distant past through her cool, beautiful face.
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible concern. "Child... why isn't that old fellow Cang Yuan by your side?"
Yao Yao raised her cool eyes, a flicker of dimness passing through them. She softly said, "Grandpa Hei... left alone to lure away some mysterious enemies."
"Mysterious enemies..." Old Ancestor Cang Xuan's gaze suddenly sharpened, and his phantom rippled slightly. Clearly, the news had stirred him.
He pondered for a moment. "Even Cang Yuan found them troublesome enough to avoid their edge... It seems those people have still found their way here." His tone was laden with deep gravity.
Yao Yao's heart tightened at his words. She hurriedly stepped forward and pressed, "Senior, do you know those enemies? How can I find Grandpa Hei? Is he safe now?"
Rare urgency and worry filled her voice. To her, Cang Yuan was both teacher and father, her deepest bond in this world.
Old Ancestor Cang Xuan looked at the urgency in Yao Yao's eyes and softly sighed, shaking his head. "Child, it is not that I am unwilling to tell you. Cang Yuan is proficient in the Way of Space. If he truly wishes to hide, even Saints would struggle to trace him. As for his safety..."
He paused, his tone carrying absolute faith in his old friend. "You need not worry. That old fellow has endless means of preserving his life. So long as he has not fallen into a certain deathtrap, he should be able to escape