He got himself killed—what the hell did that have to do with me?!
Yet his self-justifications did nothing at all.
Gradually, the signs of his cultivation draining away grew ever more pronounced, and Xuan Xing no longer dared to delay.
He could only split off an incarnation and send it to where Mu Yong's Heavenly Spirit inheritance Dao-seed was located.
Damn it!
Who exactly is your disciple?!
The incarnation flashed past like a streak of light amid the ethereal clouds condensed from spiritual essence.
The other Void Returns were mostly focused on Lin Changsheng and Yue Zhongfeng. Moreover, Xuan Xing's cultivation surpassed the others by a level, so no one noticed his movements.
He was a dignified Void Return, the second-generation Founder Ancestor of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, yet he had been reduced to something like a nanny.
Damn that old ghost Xuan Qi!
Though Xuan Xing cursed furiously inside, his outward expression remained composed, betraying not the slightest abnormality.
That was right—up to now, he had not told anyone about this.
After all, he had no idea whether Mu Yong's peculiarity affected only him, or whether it worked on other Void Returns as well.
If it only worked on him, wouldn't he simply be handing others leverage over himself for nothing?
They might be sitting together peacefully now, discussing the matter of the Void Returns beyond the heavens, but if they ever got a chance to "eat" him, this pack of Void Returns would strike without a moment's hesitation!
It was all that damned old ghost Xuan Qi's fault!
He cursed again in his heart.
Then he calmly looked at the Void Returns before him. "Fellow Daoists, I have a proposal."
His voice spread evenly as Xuan Xing's sleeve lifted slightly, concealing every trace without a sound.
Upon hearing