"This leak of information may not necessarily be Senior Brother Xu's fault."
"But with people from the Demon Shadow Palace arriving here ahead of us, we can only leave first and seek another solution!"
Her expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
As she reinforced her sword technique with True Yuan to fend off Elder Ku Rong's offensive,
the instant her words fell, she immediately urged the flying vessel beneath her feet and fled backward with all her might.
With Leng Yan's intelligence, she naturally grasped the crux of the matter at once. Whether the leak had anything to do with Xu Santong or not, this matter had to be treated with caution.
From the very beginning, she had had no intention of lingering in battle.
But before the flying vessel could retreat very far, the two sword lights clashing in the air shattered.
Then, a white-haired old man with a wrinkled face stepped through the air and appeared in everyone's sight.
The old man was hunched over and dressed in a dark blue Daoist robe. He looked exceptionally frail, as though a gust of wind could scatter him to pieces.
Especially those narrowed eyes of his—his pupils were murky, utterly devoid of light—giving him an even more harmless appearance.
Yet on the flying vessel's deck, everyone faced the newcomer with tense expressions, as if confronting a great enemy.
No one dared underestimate this man. This... was a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse.
The old man hovered in midair. Once he steadied himself, his gaze swept across the flying vessel before settling on Leng Yan, who stood proudly at the cabin entrance.
"Good! Good! Good! To block my Heaven-Questioning Sword so easily, Fellow Daoist Leng truly deserves to be called the Phantom Star Sect's foremost Nascent Soul Stage cultivator