The night was cold and clear.
Lin Qingyi's departure made Jiang Ning stare deeply in the direction she had gone.
He knew that Lin Qingyi had seen him just now.
Her eyes could see a Yin Spirit, making him even more aware of just how extraordinary Lin Qingyi was.
Back then, he had known too little, so he had not found it particularly unbelievable that Lin Qingyi had wounded the Yin Spirit of that Earth King from the Yellow Heaven Cult that night.
The more he learned now, the more he felt that Lin Qingyi was shrouded in layer upon layer of mist.
She was exceptionally extraordinary!
Setting everything else aside, Lin Qingyi was surely like him, someone born with an immortal root.
In ancient times, such special beings had a chance to become immortals and ancestors.
Moreover, even possessing an immortal root did not mean one could see Yin Spirits.
Just as he had only been able to sense the arrival of the Yellow Heaven Cult Earth King's Yin Spirit that day, unable to see it with his own eyes.
He pondered for a moment, then stopped troubling himself and could not be bothered to dwell on Lin Qingyi's secrets.
Then, he looked once more toward Luoshui County.
Through a faint, intangible perception, he could sense a bond coming from Luoshui County.
Tonight, he had sent his Yin Spirit from his body precisely to see what lay behind that intangible connection.
The next moment.
He moved.
In an instant, he transformed into a streak of blue light and flew straight toward Luoshui County.
As he flew, Jiang Ning truly experienced the wonder of a Yin Spirit roaming the night.
Because a Yin Spirit was a spiritual body, it ignored every tangible and intangible obstruction.
Whether high walls, towering mountains