There was no one else who could have been the owner of that voice but Pan Shu. The Meditation Cliff had clearly been built in such a place for absolute quiet. Pan Shu was cultivating the divine art I had comprehended. For one thing, she had stolen it and started cultivating it after only a cursory study, without solving any of the problems that would arise later. If she were interrupted midway or her mind were disturbed without my methods of handling it, trouble would naturally follow.
After cursing Kong Yu as a stupid fish under my breath, I secretly tugged at Zi Jiang's sleeve, then ducked toward the distant sea of trees in the Azurewood Sea. Everyone's attention had been drawn by the strange cry. Who would have guessed I had already run off?
None of them knew why their sect master had let out that strange cry. I was the only one who sensed something wrong. She had clearly gone berserk!
The Spirit-Absorbing Art was a demonic art to begin with. Excessive cultivation would lead to demonic deviation. Pan Shu's Sleepless Life Art was governed by greed; it was no ordinary cultivation method. The demonic art's amplification of that attribute would greatly increase the demonic nature produced by the Spirit-Absorbing Art. Without the Dao-Transforming Art to assist and save her, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Zi Jiang had no idea what I was thinking, but when she saw me flee, she immediately followed me in secret. Even the sharp-witted Huo Chi hurried over. Several elders naturally saw us running away too, but just as they were about to ask where we were going, a figure suddenly dove down from the Meditation Cliff. Like an eagle spreading its wings, it descended from the heavens!
Boom!
With a thunderous crash,