In midair, the spatial rift had yet to fully dissipate.
Jingwei stared intently at the gradually closing fissure, her eyes filled with deep contemplation.
"I never expected that behind Lü Yue stood a Dao Lord."
She understood that the protective Jade Talisman that had helped Lü Yue escape just now had been personally bestowed by a great Dao Lord.
For him to give such a precious life-saving item to Lü Yue showed that the Dao Lord's ties with Lü Yue ran extremely deep.
With a Dao Lord involved, this matter had already exceeded the bounds of what she could intervene in.
Jingwei considered it for a moment.
"It seems I must return and report this. Then one of the Dao Lord Patriarchs will naturally step forward to settle this karma."
Before long, Yang Jian and Nezha landed in quick succession and hurried back to Jingwei's side.
As for Hanba?
Naturally, she was nowhere to be seen.
There was no need to ask.
If asked, the answer was that she had gone to "discipline" the unlucky Huang Tianhua.
After looking around and finding no trace of Lü Yue, Nezha's face filled with astonishment. He could not help asking, "Sister Jingwei, Lü Yue is merely a plague immortal. How could he escape from your hands?"
Jingwei slowly shook her head, her expression grave. "He held a spatial Jade Talisman crafted by a Dao Lord. It activated on its own at the critical moment, tearing through the void and allowing him to flee. It was not because I lacked the strength to stop him."
"A Dao Lord?!"
Nezha and Yang Jian shuddered at once, their expressions changing drastically.
They immediately thought of Dao Lord Fumo, who had previously entered the mortal world and wreaked havoc—a Great Being who had nearly overturned Western Qi.