"Yes, True Person!" The boy on the left was quicker-witted. He hurriedly rose, picked up the jade pot from the table, obediently poured the spirit wine, and said with a flattering smile, "This lowly one's cultivation is still shallow and requires much guidance from True Person. If we can truly enter True Person's tutelage, then should we encounter such circumstances in the future, we surely will not disgrace True Person."
"Haha, rest assured!" Xuan Songzi said with a laugh as he lifted his jade cup. "Once this old man assumes the position of Imperial Preceptor, I can openly and properly teach disciples. Though you have only just entered the Foundation Establishment stage, it is not impossible for you to one day, like this old man, stand proudly beneath the heavens with an infant Nascent Soul..."
"How would this lowly one dare stand shoulder to shoulder with True Person?" the other boy hurriedly said as well. "This lowly one merely hopes to obtain a few immortal arts and be of some use to True Person!"
"Hehe, either is fine..." Xuan Songzi nodded and was about to say something else when his brow suddenly furrowed and his eyes lifted toward the distance. In that very instant, a streak of five-colored aura flashed across the horizon and vanished. Dawn had only just broken, making the appearance of that aura somewhat abrupt.
Where Xuan Songzi's gaze fell, there was nothing unusual. Even when his divine sense surged forth, he detected nothing suspicious nearby. Yet just as Xuan Songzi withdrew his divine sense, a sudden shiver of dread rose in his heart. Before he could activate his magic power, boom—the snow eagle, which had been spreading its wings and flying forward, suddenly began to tumble through the air. It was as though an invisible rope