You and I Are Fated

By the time the last meditation cushion was set down, Lord Lao could barely keep his expression under control.

"Cough, cough. Lord Lao, this disciple shall be going."

Seeing that the atmosphere was off, Adam immediately prepared to slip away.

"You are at a crucial stage of cultivation and know little of the worlds nearby. As your master, I should offer you some guidance."

Though he sensed something ominous, Adam could not help slowing his steps at those words.

Then he saw Lord Lao take a Palm-leaf Fan from behind his back and fan him once.

This was not the Solar Fan Adam had returned, but the Lesser Yin Fan. With a single flap toward Adam, a gust of wind swept him toward the heavens—

The moment Adam saw Lord Lao pull out the Palm-leaf Fan, he knew he was in trouble, but he still failed to dodge it.

As the wind struck him, his body suddenly became weightless. There was nowhere to brace himself in any direction, and he was swept along by the gale, tossed like fallen leaves in a whirlwind and battered like withered flowers in a stream. He crashed out of the Journey to the West world, twisted through countless bends, and slammed into another world.

It still was not over. After entering that world, the wind continued to toss and roll him around in circles he could not count before finally stopping somewhere.

"Urgh—"

Even with the physique he had cultivated through the Eight Nine Arcane Art, Adam could barely endure it. After landing, he sprawled on the ground and dry-heaved several times before staggering to his feet.

"Where the hell have I ended up now?"

Although Lord Lao had vented some frustration on him, the part about guiding him to a destination should not