"Golden light?!"
Tang Si sprang up from his chair, his pupils suddenly contracting.
In that instant, his legs nearly gave in to the urge to flee. It had practically become an instinct.
But he had, after all, cultivated step by step to the False Core realm. In the blink of an eye, he forcibly suppressed that surge of alarm.
He drew a deep breath, and his cloudy gaze refocused. In a low voice, he asked, "Is this... the commotion of a breakthrough? Or something else?"
With his hands behind his back, he paced twice around the room before abruptly stopping.
"More than twenty days... even if he encountered some fortuitous opportunity, at most he could have reached the peak of the Purple Mansion realm! It is absolutely impossible for him to have broken through to Golden Core!"
The words sounded as though he were reassuring himself.
Tang Si whirled around, a cold gleam flashing through his eyes as he sternly ordered, "Quick! Send word to the Purple Cloud Alliance. Tell Fellow Daoist Li Ming to come to Jade Water Island at once!"
The steward disciple accepted the order and raced away.
The pavilion fell silent again. Tang Si stood by the window, gazing at the gloomy sea in the distance. The worry in his eyes gradually gave way to a streak of ruthlessness.
If Jiang Tian had truly broken through to the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, it meant he was even more troublesome than before.
But so what?
With two False Core cultivators joining forces, would they really fear being unable to deal with a Purple Mansion cultivator who had yet to form a Golden Core?
Soon, a streak of light tore across the sky.
Li Ming, the False Core patriarch of the Purple Cloud Alliance, arrived aboard