High above, amid the clouds and mist.
A Puppet Sailing Ship sped through the sky.
Xia Manggan stood at the bow, carefully sensing the faint soul connection between himself and Ah Huang, constantly directing Jiu Lian to adjust their course.
He could sense that the distance between himself and Ah Huang was steadily shrinking.
But the sensation was extremely faint. When he spread his Divine Sense outward, there was nothing unusual within a thousand miles, nor were there any intense Origin Force fluctuations from battle within a hundred thousand miles...
Clearly, the place where Ah Huang was trapped had been sealed off by an immortal cultivator's formation, cutting off all leaking Origin Force fluctuations.
"Over there."
Perhaps the distance between him and Ah Huang had finally reached a certain threshold.
Xia Manggan suddenly sensed a trace of Ah Huang's aura.
The soul connection in his mind also became clearer and clearer as the Puppet Sailing Ship flew in the direction he indicated.
"Master, Master... it hurts."
"Ah Huang, I'll be there soon."
The voice Ah Huang sent through their minds was like the grievance of a beaten child who had suddenly seen his parents.
The killing intent in Xia Manggan's eyes nearly solidified into substance.
Ah Huang had only been born for a few months, and his mind was no more mature than that of a six- or seven-year-old child of the Human Race.
As a spirit beast, Ah Huang regarded Xia Manggan as both his master and father.
For an immortal cultivator to harm Ah Huang now was no different from harming his own child.
No matter who it is... I'll make you die!
Xia Manggan pointed at a somewhat denser cluster of clouds. "Right there."
Jiu Lian nodded solemnly. With a flick of her hand, a sphere shining