It was as if he had not noticed Ji Yaoguang's change.
Wang Xian did not even ask. He merely thought about what Wuyue had said earlier, as well as the secret Ji Yaoguang had told him.
It seemed that those who entered the secret realm would likewise fight tooth and claw for the once-in-a-millennium opportunity.
Just as he was sinking into uneasy silence, a boom! rang out before him.
A mass of flames transformed into a golden silkworm cocoon, enveloping Ji Yaoguang as she underwent her transformation.
Wang Xian was stunned. Good grief, you're really entrusting your life and death to me just like this?
Or perhaps, in Phoenix City, he had never guarded anyone before.
After all, on that night at the Daoist temple, the four young women undergoing breakthroughs and Master Old Zhang had each returned to their rooms. In Wang Xian's view, the Daoist temple was protected by a formation, so there would be no danger.
Staring at the woman undergoing transformation before him, Wang Xian drew in a breath.
He took out an old garment and put it on, silently setting up formations inside the cave... After a while, he walked out of the cave again, gazed up at the moon, and set up three trapping formations of different sizes outside as well.
After thinking for a moment, he took out the spirit sword Like Wind and swung it again and again in the snow, never stopping.
At some point, Wang Xian had stopped seeking lightness and agility when practicing the sword. He no longer sought speed as swift as lightning, either.
Instead, his movements had become slow, as if the spirit sword in his hand weighed as much as a snowy mountain. Every slash expended a considerable amount of spiritual energy.
The longer he practiced