Whoosh!
With a thought from Xiao Yun, his body had already left the inner world and appeared in the eighth level of Myriad Spirits Cave.
"Hm?" Zhao Wuji, who was sitting cross-legged not far away, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Yun. Frowning, he asked, "Where did you just go?"
Xiao Yun sized Zhao Wuji up and found him covered in blood, his aura somewhat weak as he recovered from his injuries.
As for that Golden Ant, it had clearly already been defeated by Zhao Wuji and had become his Spirit Sacrifice.
"I sensed some disturbance on the seventh level just now, so I went over to take a look. I found that only a white True Spirit had returned, so I killed it." Xiao Yun told a lie. For the time being, he did not want to expose the matter of his inner world.
It was a great killing weapon, as well as a trump card that could save his life at a critical moment. Unless driven into a corner, he did not intend to reveal it.
"Is that so?" Zhao Wuji eyed Xiao Yun suspiciously, disbelief written across his face. He snorted. "Why did I feel that you moved a little too fast just now? I didn't even notice how you got here."
If you had noticed, that would have been strange indeed, Xiao Yun thought.
Coming out of his inner world was like teleportation. Naturally, Zhao Wuji could not have sensed him beforehand.
However, Xiao Yun had also discovered a flaw in his inner world: it could not move. At least, he currently had no way to move it.
Although Xiao Yun could enter and leave his inner world at any time, he could not make the inner world itself move.
In other words, Xiao