Taiyi City.
Ji Yuan stood on the street outside Spirit Herb Hall, watching the two Taiyi Immortal Sect disciples flee in a panic. His expression remained as calm as still water.
But waves had already risen in his Sea of Consciousness.
The Yang Household.
Feng Zhitáo.
Yun Qianzai.
Put those three names together, and this could not be simple.
Ji Yuan immediately flew toward Yun Qianzai's courtyard. At the same time, he sent a thread of his consciousness into Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain.
Inside the Fish Pond, Long Yun sat cross-legged on the water, eyes closed as he regulated his breathing.
After more than half a year of recuperation, the injuries he had sustained during Tribulation Transcendence had long since healed. His aura was even more refined than it had been when he first achieved Form Transformation.
His white dragon-embroidered robe made him look all the more handsome and otherworldly. The pair of jade-white dragon horns atop his head gleamed softly in the sunlight.
Sensing Ji Yuan's Divine Sense arrive, Long Yun opened his eyes, rose, and cupped his hands slightly. "Young Master."
Ji Yuan's Divine Sense took the form of a phantom. Standing before him with his hands behind his back, Ji Yuan asked, "You heard what just happened?"
Long Yun nodded. "I did. The Yang Household, Martial Uncle Feng, and Martial Uncle Yun."
He paused, a thoughtful look crossing his eyes. "Young Master, this... may not be simple."
Ji Yuan looked at him. "Go on."
After a moment's thought, Long Yun said slowly, "The Yang Household has a Spirit Transformation Cultivator behind it, and High Person Sancai, the master of Formation Peak, is also at Spirit Transformation. With two such cultivators involved, he certainly won't step in lightly unless the Yang Household's Spirit Transformation Cultivator makes the first move.