The cold wind howled.
High above the earth.
The air felt strangely tense.
Zhao Zhongliu and the Imperial High Ancestor exchanged a glance. Without a word, they immediately probed the aura around Jiang Yuechu.
Jiang Yuechu stood in midair and did not resist.
A moment later.
The Imperial High Ancestor nodded slightly. "She's in the Lotus-Planting Realm, no doubt about it."
At those words.
Zhao Zhongliu nodded instinctively.
So it was a Spirit Seal.
That explained it... like hell it did!!!
Spirit Seals came in every imaginable form. Some granted boundless strength, while others let their wielders command fire or water.
Gaining a means of flying from one was hardly unheard of.
But that golden streak just now... It had been swift as lightning, fierce as rolling thunder.
There was no way someone in the Lotus-Planting Realm could have done that.
Zhao Zhongliu drew a deep breath and pointed at Jiang Yuechu. Even his finger was trembling.
"Girl, don't try to fool this old man."
"I've lived a good many years and heard of countless Spirit Seals."
"Even the Wind-Thunder Leopard Seal, which can give someone wings, or the Azure Phoenix Seal, which excels at riding the wind..."
"At most, they'd let someone in the Lotus-Planting Realm hover briefly or glide a few dozen li."
"But your speed just now..."
"Even if I went all out and rode an escape light, I'm afraid all I could do was eat the dust behind you!"
Beside him, the Imperial High Ancestor looked equally grave.
It was true.
Even a Martial Saint in the Lamp-Lighting Realm who was poor at escape arts would likely fail to catch the girl in flight.
But then he remembered the day she had sought her Spirit Seal. Above Chang'an, dragons had roared, tigers had howled, and a