"This time, Old Lu and I will accompany you to the Hidden Sect Grand Assembly," Li Cheng'en said.
"What about His Majesty's safety..." Zhao Feng asked.
"You needn't worry about that. We aren't the only two at His Majesty's side," Lu Bing said with a smile.
Zhao Feng was secretly startled. He had vaguely known that hidden dragons and crouching tigers surrounded Emperor Jing, but he had never expected more than two Profound Mastery Realm experts.
Zhao Feng returned to the Martial Suppression Bureau headquarters and repeatedly reviewed his sparring match with Lu Bing, gaining a great deal from it.
Compared with the helplessness he had felt upon first encountering the Ancient Barbarian Tribe's stone statue in the Barbarian God Space, he was now far calmer when facing the Profound Mastery Realm.
On the third day, Zhao Feng, Lu Bing, and Li Cheng'en changed their attire and rode fine steeds out of the Capital City, heading for the Heavenly Pivot Pavilion in the Eastern Sea.
The Heavenly Pivot Pavilion stood isolated on Mist Spirit Island in the Eastern Sea. About five days after setting sail from the coast, they reached the waters around the island.
It was already past noon when Mist Spirit Island appeared on the horizon.
Viewed from the bow, the island's outline was an indistinct dark gray in the thin mist, like a shadow floating on the water. A slowly drifting layer of fog blurred the boundary between its edges and the sea.
The fog was not particularly thick, but its coverage was remarkably even, as though something were pressing it outward from the island's center in all directions. Near the sea, it formed a slowly flowing veil parallel to the water's surface.
Standing at the bow, Zhao Feng occasionally saw an exceedingly fine streak of light