The man and woman had only just appeared.
Before the spatial turbulence had fully dissipated, a thread-thin strand of spatial power suddenly swept past.
The female cultivator reacted with remarkable speed. The Flying Sword behind her flashed, stirring up a broad swath of icy chill.
Yet spatial power was formless and shapeless.
It slipped past the blade and still left a tiny bloody mark on her left arm.
At the same time.
The sleeve over the left arm of the blue-robed male cultivator beside her silently split open as well.
Blood seeped out from the same spot.
"Bingxin!"
The blue-robed male cultivator frowned slightly and hurriedly turned to look at the female cultivator beside him.
"It is nothing!"
Du Bingxin gently shook her head.
Her gaze swept over the wound on Zhang Zhixuan's arm, and a flicker of concern flashed quickly through her eyes.
Then, cold air circulated.
A thin layer of frost formed over the wounds on both their arms at the same time.
"Zhang Zhixuan, Du Bingxin?"
"Who would have thought this pair of Rogue Cultivator companions had come as well!"
Among the crowd, cultivators who recognized the two murmured softly.
The words had barely fallen.
On the other side, dazzling starlight illuminated the starry river.
A flying boat, silver-white from bow to stern and covered in star veins, sailed out from the starlight.
At the prow of the flying boat.
A middle-aged cultivator in a dark azure Daoist robe stood with his hands behind his back, his features square and upright.
Beside him stood a young man dressed in a white long robe.
The young man was handsome, and his aura was calm and gentle.
At a glance, aside from his youthful appearance, there seemed to be nothing particularly remarkable about him.
Yet when the many Tribulation