Lu Feng raced more than ten li toward the southeast direction. His Soul Consciousness spread outward, passing through countless forests and mountain ranges along the way, until he finally arrived atop a steep Mountain Peak. His gaze fixed on a lake nestled amid the surrounding Qiong Mountains.
There, he finally caught a trace of Lin Baijian's aura!
The lake was vast, ringed by mountains on all sides and spanning several li. Its waters reflected a clear blue sky, bright and pristine. Not a speck of dust stained its surface—not even a single fallen leaf. It was as clean as an enormous flawless mirror.
At the very center of the lake stood a two-story pavilion, its roof covered in dark gold tiles, ancient in character yet grand in bearing.
Judging from the aura he had tracked down, Lin Baijian was currently inside that pavilion.
Considering his injuries, Lu Feng had originally planned to find an opportunity in secret to rescue Lin Xiaowan, avoiding a clash with Lin Baijian as much as possible. But given the present situation, that was clearly impossible.
The lake-center pavilion was surrounded by water on all sides, without the slightest cover. No matter which direction he approached from, Lin Baijian would certainly notice him!
For every moment he delayed, Lin Xiaowan would be in that much greater danger.
Lu Feng hurried to the shore. Looking at the distant pavilion, then at the crystal-clear lake glittering with ripples, he kicked a several-meter-long dead tree trunk from the bank into the water.
He leaped into the air and landed atop the floating log. Spiritual energy surged as he drifted toward the pavilion.
Though his movement technique allowed him to tread upon water and close the distance faster, if Lin Baijian emerged midway to intercept him and forced him back