Reunion with Zi Yan

Above Ancient Dragon Island, all was tranquil. Only a streak of light, so swift it was nearly illusory, silently tore through the stillness.

It was not one of Dragon Island's patrolling guards, but Xiao Ling, who had received Zi Yan's earlier summons.

His figure flashed like lightning, carrying a faint rush of wind as he sped across the skies above Ancient Dragon Island. He was so fast that even afterimages were difficult to catch, like a fleeting flash of brilliance across the horizon.

Following the vague, lingering call carried on the wind, he flew through the air with his mind wholly focused.

That call seemed to possess a strange pull, drawing him onward and making him unconsciously accelerate.

Gradually, the outline of a towering palace appeared at the edge of his vision. It was the very hall where Zi Yan had previously entered seclusion. Through the concealment of the formation, he could see the palace nestled amid the mist-shrouded mountains, looking all the more solemn and extraordinary.

As he drew closer to the hall, Xiao Ling's perception, far beyond that of ordinary people, instantly caught the vast torrent of energy within, so dense it was nearly tangible.

The energy surged like a mountain flood, raging wildly throughout the palace. It even showed faint signs of breaking through the restrictions and spilling outward, making the surrounding air hum.

Zi Yan was undoubtedly still inside, and her cultivation had reached its most critical and tense stage. Otherwise, she could never have stirred up such earth-shaking energy fluctuations.

At the sight, Xiao Ling's urgency, which had arisen from Zi Yan's call, turned into deep confusion.

Why had she summoned him?

Her call had been so urgent, yet after he responded, it had vanished without a trace. There had not been the slightest reply,