Wang He was speaking when, all of a sudden, a fierce wind swept across the Dao Field.
From the corner of his eye, Xu Yan saw the black-veiled old woman flick her sleeve without another word. Wang Heng's voice cut off abruptly, and his eyes widened as he watched his own form suddenly shatter in bewilderment, dissolving into drifting aura!
"This battle has no winner or loser."
The black-veiled old woman's voice sounded as though it had been squeezed from her throat, exceedingly hoarse.
She did not even glance at Xu Yan, merely turning her head to survey the surroundings.
Seeing this, Xu Yan could only let it go and rise into the air instead.
He had still intended to ask for further guidance on the finer points of cultivating the Primordial Chaos Dao Foundation, never expecting the old woman to give him no chance at all.
When I get the chance, I'll have to make a trip to Green Province...
Xu Yan thought to himself.
The cultivators at the edge of the Dao Field broke into a low murmur.
Xu Yan remained where he was for several breaths, his gaze lingering briefly on the patch of ground where Wang He had vanished.
He had naturally committed Sky Parasol Mountain and the inheritance site Wang He had mentioned during their conversation to memory. Though they had been interrupted rather suddenly, he had more or less asked everything he needed to ask.
He drew a deep breath, turned, and headed outside the Dao Field.
The moment he stepped past the edge of the Dao Field, Jiang Beixuan and the other four came forward to meet him.
Jiang Beixuan spoke first. His gaze swept over Xu Yan, and only after confirming that he was unharmed did he relax slightly. "What did that