A hundred miles away, on an unnamed road, the moonlight in the sky was bleak and hazy.
A streak of blue-and-white light suddenly flashed like lightning tearing through the night sky, then vanished in an instant.
As the light faded, four figures appeared out of thin air on the deserted dirt road—Ning Chuan's family of four, transported here by the formation disk.
"Bleurgh—"
The intense sensation of spatial tearing and dizziness had yet to fade. Liu Lan was the first to give out, bending over and dry-heaving violently, her face as pale as paper.
Though Ning Dazhuang gritted his teeth and endured it, his steps were unsteady as well. He staggered before barely managing to stand firm, his dark face full of lingering shock and confusion.
Ning Xiaohe had it worst of all. Her little face scrunched up, and she burst into tears with a wail, clearly terrified by the sudden turn of events.
Only Ning Chuan remained relatively composed. His spiritual body had long been accustomed to Station teleportation, and with Soul Power protecting him, he felt only slight discomfort and could still think and move clearly.
Seeing his family's reactions, Ning Chuan's heart tightened. He knew this was the inevitable impact of spatial teleportation on ordinary bodies.
This was not the time for explanations. He had to stabilize them first!
"Dad, Mom, Xiao He, don't be afraid! Relax and look at me!" Ning Chuan's voice carried an unquestionable calmness. It instantly drowned out Ning Xiaohe's crying and gave his panicked parents something to hold on to.
As his parents and little sister gradually calmed down, Ning Chuan willed it, and the emerald-green Green Jade Willow Leaf Grass Martial Soul quietly emerged in his palm.
Unlike the faint glow it had given off when he practiced in secret before,