Seeing the projected images of Mulan Qingqing and the other two turn almost motionless, Chi Rang asked doubtfully, "What are they standing around for?"
Ji Qinghe said, "Judging by their expressions, they must have lost contact with Guan Wen and already suspect something has happened to him. The disciple who left on the Wind Scales is called Yan Ji. There would be no need to use that treasure for a short flight, so he must be heading somewhere farther away. They're quite a distance from the Moon Sea."
His gaze had already settled on the Ultimate Mountains and Rivers Map. He raised a hand and pointed at the red dot marking Mulan Qingqing's location. It was indeed a considerable distance from the Moon Sea on the map.
Chi Rang immediately turned to the official in charge. "Follow the one who just flew off."
"All right." The official agreed, then turned and sent someone to arrange it.
When the projection switched back to Yan Ji, there were only blurred figures flying through the air. The blur came from the operation of the Magical Treasure. They could make out more than just Yan Ji; he seemed to have brought some others along.
Earlier, the projection had stayed stubbornly fixed on Mulan Qingqing's group. Now it was fixed just as stubbornly on someone flying with a Magical Treasure. Disgruntled noise soon rose again throughout the Tournament Grounds.
Dawn had only just broken at the Western Extremity venue. After finally enduring the night, many sects were eager to learn how their disciples were doing. With someone monopolizing and wasting the projection resources, their displeasure was understandable.
Many sects might have had little clout of their own, but they still had channels through which to complain.
Before long, several Regional Lords hurried into the best