Above Jia Yuan City, a streak of azure light sliced through the clouds without stopping.
Jing Wen stood on his flying sword with his hands behind his back. As his robes fluttered, the bulging Storage Bag at his waist came into view-it held thirty Second-Rank Earth-Escaping Talismans, lifesaving items he had traded Soul-Nourishing Pills for at the Market.
"If I encounter another Golden Core cultivator, I won't be as helpless as last time," Jing Wen murmured, his voice swiftly swept away by the wind.
Recalling his last encounter with a Golden Core cultivator, a flicker of ruthlessness and resentment crossed his eyes.
The flying sword abruptly halted above the Mo Residence, startling several white doves beneath the eaves.
Jing Wen formed a hand seal to conceal his flight light, and his divine sense washed over the entire residence like a tide-
Mo Juren's aura was in the main hall, along with two other familiar fluctuations of spiritual power...
"They're all here, just as expected." A green gleam flashed through his eyes, and his figure became a gentle breeze as he descended into the courtyard.
In the main hall of the Mo Residence, candlelight flickered, casting wavering light and shadows across the carved walls.
Mo Juren, Venerable Golden Light, and Enchantress had been waiting here for several days in a row.
Now, all three remained silent.
Anxiety, anticipation, fear, and other emotions churned together within them, leaving them unable to sit still.
Just then, a figure appeared silently in the doorway like a phantom.
The three, who had been looking somewhat dispirited, rose almost simultaneously.
Once they recognized Jing Wen, they hurriedly prostrated themselves, pressing their foreheads against the cold stone floor.
Mo Juren and Venerable Golden Light called out in unison, "Senior!"
Enchantress lowered her eyes submissively and addressed him