This time, Wang Xian didn't use any talismans.
As if summoned by Meng Yu, he instantly transformed into a wisp of rain mist and headed for the stone palace where he'd spent the night.
The two uninvited guests in the rain had used every trick they knew, yet still failed to capture Wang Xian, who carried the divine flower.
He'd thought Meng Yu, who had disappeared for a day, would have a surprise for him.
Shouting as he flew through the rain into the palace, he spotted a woman in blue robes in the distance, stopped, and greeted her as Senior.
He cupped his hands in salute, but before he knew it, Meng Yu had grabbed his hand and rushed off with him toward the city gates.
His shouts in the rain drifted through the quiet, desolate city.
The two men in black robes were startled. They looked at each other, baffled. What had happened?
They released their divine senses, hoping to pinpoint where Wang Xian had landed, but in the end, they were disappointed.
Only then did they realize that the strange youth was even more elusive than the rain falling from the sky. How could they possibly catch sight of him?
In the tavern, the prodigies of the four great sects, along with the innkeeper and his staff, were still fast asleep.
Dazed and confused, Wang Xian felt as though the black clouds in the sky had descended with the night.
The rain gradually let up.
At last, Meng Yu brought him to a lakeshore shrouded in mist.
Then fog rolled through the lakeside poplar grove, and the lake reflected the sky so perfectly that it was impossible to tell which was heaven and which was earth.
Then a fire sprang up by the lake.
Only then did