"Looks like it!" The corner of Lou Yue's mouth finally stretched into a smile—then his figure vanished.
The pressure he had brought seemed to linger where he had stood.
Facing it, Zhu Biqiong and Qin Zhen in Qingpingyue Restaurant wore entirely different expressions.
"Should we go take a look?" Zhu Biqiong asked.
"You go to the Lost Realm first." As Qin Zhen spoke, he brought two fingers together and sliced, pinching the seam of space and peeling this stretch of space open as though lifting a sheet of paper. Beneath that thin page lay a bizarre, kaleidoscopic flow of light—the Lost Realm was within.
For a Divine Presence Realm prodigy like Zhu Biqiong, the current Lost Realm was instead a relatively safe place. No matter how the situation in the Near-Sea changed, it could not affect that side.
With a casual push, he sent Zhu Biqiong into the Lost Realm. Then, with a light sweep of his sleeve and a slight shift of lotus steps, he had already appeared high above Huai Island, before the End of the World Terrace.
He had come only as a spectator and remained quite far away. He cut the sky into a mat and sat at the edge of the clouds, lowering his head to look down—
Lou Yue, his tiger cloak whipping in the wind, and Tian Anping, draped in thin garments, were already facing off here.
Lou Yue was a man of extraordinarily vigorous vitality, like a blazing volcano. Tian Anping, meanwhile, was like a dried-up well.
The mere sight of these two standing face-to-face embodied a kind of contradiction—a striking picture.
Eastern Celestial Master Song Huai and Marquis of Sincerity Cao Jie, who had departed separately earlier, were the highest-ranking representatives of Jing Kingdom and Qi State at sea. They too