Yellow sand filled the sky, stretching farther than the eye could see.
It was like standing atop a snowy mountain, surrounded by billowing seas of clouds, leaving one lost and disoriented.
If he slipped, would he be smashed to pieces?
Would he plunge into the Endless Abyss?
If battle broke out, would the murderous aura filling the sky block his master's view of the depths of the desert?
He looked up at the sky and saw only its vastness and drifting clouds, with the occasional streak of light flashing past.
Looking at Dongfang Mingyue, who seemed like a god of slaughter, he suddenly smiled. "Sorry to disappoint you."
Dongfang Mingyue froze for a moment. She clearly hadn't understood what Wang Xian meant.
Old Daoist shook his head with a sigh. "It hasn't been long, and they can't even see your footprints anymore."
The girl didn't know what he meant, but he, her master, understood Wang Xian's thoughts... Once, the boy had been abducted in turn by four girls in a single day, all intent on joining with him in dual cultivation.
Now he stood at the same height as the boy's master.
No, to Old Daoist, Wang Xian would soon surpass even an expert like Mister Moyu. His own disciple might not be able to hold a candle to him.
Dongfang Mingyue instinctively snapped coldly, "You're imagining things. You won't escape today, even if you grow wings!"
Wang Xian hummed in acknowledgment, thinking, I still want to live a good, long life. You're the one imagining things.
At the thought, he couldn't help laughing under his breath.
But when he remembered the scene atop the Thousand-Li Beacon outside Sword City, he quickly came to terms with it.
The girl before him wasn't even as formidable as Li Yu, who had