"Sword intent?"
At this critical juncture, the sleepy-eyed masked man on Cen Qiaofu's back had his eyelids twitch before he slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he raised his head, his gaze focused on the billowing dust and smoke ten thousand miles away.
Only then did he belatedly turn his head and look toward the middle-aged man in blue robes, who stood facing the young man with his back exposed to him.
"Gou Wuyue..."
The masked man murmured softly as though recalling something. No one knew what he was pondering behind those clouded eyes. After a long while, his gaze finally settled on the famous sword in Gou Wuyue's hand—Voice of Nulan.
"Buzz!"
Answering the sword's cry, a demonic wind seemed to rise between heaven and earth, howling endlessly and sending a chill through everyone's hearts.
The many White Robes immediately became alert. Their attention instantly shifted away from the young man in the distance and landed on the awakened masked man.
"Brother!"
Storyteller cried out in delighted surprise. "You're awake?"
"Are you all right?" Cen Qiaofu asked, turning his head. With a shake of his back, he flung the person atop it off.
"I'm fine."
The masked man replied, but as soon as his foot instinctively tapped the air, he abruptly realized that he had lost the ability to remain suspended.
He immediately came to his senses.
These people before him had been talking... in the sky!
Sure enough.
The next second—
"Whoosh!"
The person who had fallen from Cen Qiaofu's back dropped straight toward the ground, as though he had stepped into empty space in a dream.
"I..."
The masked man was left speechless.
Fortunately, Storyteller reacted swiftly. With a swipe across Yin-Yang Life and Death, golden light flashed, and the masked man landed atop a spatial platform