At that moment, a mass of rosy light flew swiftly over from afar, arriving before them in the blink of an eye.
Two people stood atop a landscape ink-painting scroll several yards wide.
One was a man in his thirties, dressed in a scholar's robe and wearing a gauze cap. His features were refined, his bearing elegant, and not the slightest trace of cultivation showed on him. He looked like nothing more than a well-read mortal scholar.
The other was a woman clad in a rainbow-hued dress. Her figure was exquisite, her face like pure jade, her eyes like dots of ink, and an indescribable spiritual charm lingered between her brows.
Her beauty was peerless, something that did not seem possible in the mortal world, as though a beauty had stepped straight out of a painting.
Yet the Spiritual Pressure emanating from her was immensely powerful. She was clearly a Late Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Her beautiful eyes rested on Ning Fa, filled with interest.
Kailandir, the Sea Race Spirit Transformation Cultivator, stared fixedly at the White-robed Scholar, his expression ugly.
"Venerable Ling Jun! You actually came here? Are you planning to protect this human brat?"
Ning Fa also looked at the White-robed Scholar, who seemed to be called Venerable Ling Jun, shock appearing on his face.
How could he fail to understand now? This man was clearly also a Spirit Transformation Cultivator, and one from the human race.
His identity was therefore plain as day. Great Qin's reinforcements had finally arrived.
What shook Ning Fa even more was that Great Qin had actually sent a Spirit Transformation Cultivator in person this time.
They could not possibly have come specifically to save Cangyuan.
There could only be one reason: the Abyssal Heavenly Pool.
It seemed the Abyssal Heavenly Pool held far