The old woman's figure shifted through the void, moving so fast it was as though she did not exist in this world at all. It was more like she had elevated her body into a dimension invisible to reality, then projected herself down from that higher dimension. Naturally, this allowed her to change in an instant, appearing somewhere else in the blink of an eye without anyone noticing the slightest trace of it.
Among the many cultivators present, only the old man holding a mysterious magical artifact sensed something. He was an expert from the force behind the Fenghua Ranking. At that moment, he slightly opened his eyes, cast a glance over, then looked away.
It had nothing to do with him.
He would not involve himself in any affairs of the present world.
At this time, among the cultivators surrounding the Wushuang Sword, experts above the fiftieth realm were everywhere, yet not a single one could track the old woman's figure.
Would events truly unfold as she had anticipated?
Ye Qingxian's ghostlike shadow could be seen walking through that same higher dimension, clinging tightly behind the old woman and denying her any chance to project herself into the present world.
The old woman frowned, gradually realizing it as well.
What had happened earlier had not been a coincidence at all. Someone had been targeting her all along.
"Fellow Daoist, why meddle in others' affairs?"
"Leave at once, before I lose my temper."
Ye Qingxian's voice was icy. "What if I refuse?"
In an instant, the smell of gunpowder spread through the air.
Hearing the transmitted voice, the old woman was slightly taken aback. Releasing her divine sense again and again, she finally spotted the blurry figure of a girl amid countless pure-white feathers. "Ye Qingxian."
She froze, but the