"Ah..."
In the void, Wang Xian let out a startled cry.
Before he could react—and before the old man on the ground had even opened his eyes—Ji Wushuang in the wine shop in Sword City stared in astonishment.
Another change erupted on the battlefield. Amid the violent winds, a black vortex suddenly appeared and swallowed Wang Xian in an instant.
The boy stared blankly at the scene before him, then cried out to the girl on the ground, "Big Sister Li Yu, what's wrong?"
"Buzz!"
A mass of golden light blazed, instantly transforming into a gigantic cocoon that wrapped around Li Yu.
The old man let out a heavy sigh. Golden light shimmered around him as he looked at the boy and asked, "Haotian, it's you? What did you do? Where's Wang Xian?"
"Boom!" The sound was like a thunderclap striking the earth.
The boy dashed to the battlement and screamed, "Second Brother, why is he here?"
The old man was startled and grabbed Wang Haotian, who was about to leap out.
In a low voice, he asked, "Who's your Second Brother? Wang Xian? Where is he?"
Wang Haotian pointed at the hazy battlefield before him, his face full of shock, and murmured, "I thought that guy wanted to harm Big Sister Li Yu, so he flew away from here..."
Just then, Ji Wuming came to his senses and carefully recounted everything that had happened to the old man.
The old man was so startled that his white hair, which had been gradually turning black, stood straight up in an instant.
He stared blankly into the void before him. No matter how carefully he searched, he could not find even a trace of Wang Xian—not even the slightest hint of his aura.
It was as if a gust of wind