"Hee hee, I wonder how your second senior brother named Zhang Qingxiao is doing now!" Wu Daoist laughed. "Actually, if you released your divine sense, perhaps you could see him! Xiaoyu Continent is a Lost Land; compared with Yilin Continent, Cangxian Continent, and the like, it is far too small!"
"Is there any need to do that?" Xiao Hua asked in return.
"Do it if you want to, and don't if you don't. I was only saying it. If you want to see, go right ahead—probably no one in all of Xiaoyu Continent can stop you. If you don't want to see, then don't. After all, one grows timid when nearing home; who wouldn't understand that?" Wu Daoist's tongue spun like the wind as he spoke smoothly.
"Haha..." Xiao Hua clapped his hands. "I never thought the Witch Emperor could be this amusing too!"
Wu Daoist shrugged and smiled. "Am I amusing? The amusing people are down below!"
Hearing this, Xiao Hua lowered his head and looked toward the earth. Several hundred miles away, a massive deep pit lay exposed on the ground like a huge eye. Wisps of smoke seeped out from the pit and drifted slowly through the air like thin clouds. From afar, it looked like watery mist welling from an eye, strangely eerie.
Wasn't this Liuyun Lake between Million Meng Mountain and Huan Kingdom?
About a thousand miles away from Liuyun Lake, several cultivators were driving magic treasures as they fought. Though distant and somewhat indistinct, one voice struck Xiao Hua's ears like a thunderclap and hammer blow: "Where did these petty scoundrels come from? Take a lash from me!!"
"Senior Brother Li, Li Zongbao!!" Tears surged uncontrollably into Xiao Hua's eyes. His figure turned into drifting clouds over Liuyun Lake and, in an instant, descended