Mopping Up

He vanished in a flash, then reappeared moments later, his expression solemn.

The smiles on Lan Mingxuan and Wu Xun's faces were still broad when they noticed him stop and looked over in puzzlement.

They both knew it was impossible.

After all, he was the Imperial Son-in-Law and a Prince of Yujing. There was no way he would sacrifice himself for the Candle Nether Mirror.

They had said that only to stir his sympathy and dispel his antipathy toward Fengtian Palace.

Even if he had obtained a spiritual treasure, it could not conceal the fact that they had forced him into Tongling Pavilion this time.

It was inevitable that he would feel resentful.

They also needed him to understand Fengtian Palace's hardships and sacrifices, so that sympathy and admiration would rise in his heart.

Chu Zhiyuan stood where he was, his sword-like brows furrowing.

He had been startled.

His speed had suddenly doubled.

If his reactions had not been quick enough, he might well have slammed into one of the grim ancient trees beside him by now.

He had never expected that, with no great progress in the Spiritual Abyss Body Cleansing Record and only the Immeasurable Light Sutra advancing by one turn, his speed would increase so tremendously.

It had abruptly doubled.

His original speed had already been astonishing. Now that it had doubled, it had far surpassed the scope of qinggong.

With a thought, he understood that such a massive increase in speed was not due to an increase in cultivation.

It was because of the Swift Light Sword.

Worthy indeed of being a spiritual treasure. Even without consuming spiritual power, it could still help its master double his speed.

This was the spiritual treasure's own marvelous function, something it could accomplish without expending spiritual power.

Of course,