Outside the Demon-Prison Spirit Formation, Sima stood quietly beneath the moon. Countless threads spread from the diamond-shaped wound piercing his chest, weaving themselves into an intricate Profound Formation. Then, as Profound Qi coursed through it, it turned, shattered, and vanished in an instant.
The moonlight remained unchanged, but Sima had disappeared from the formation's center.
"He can still teleport?" Zhang Xiaozhu frowned.
The man in the Confucian cap looked serious. "As expected."
On the stone mirror, Sima's point of light flickered out. Zhang Xiaozhu pressed his lips together and watched intently. Sure enough, three breaths later, it appeared again.
Within the Profound Qi sector numbered "seven," there were now two points of Profound Qi light.
Neither man relaxed. Instead, their expressions grew still graver. Zhang Xiaozhu slowly pushed against his sword guard with his thumb, his gaze unmoving.
With that, the line had been cast.
Having abruptly teleported far from the Demon-Prison Land, Sima had temporarily shaken off the Immortal Platform. Now, apart from this Profound Qi map, they truly had no means of watching him.
This was the opportunity they had left for Qu Zhu.
They had carefully analyzed Qu Zhu's motives.
He had ten thousand reasons not to risk himself, but there was indeed one possibility under which he would have to come and meet Sima.
If he truly had not obtained the Heart of the Western Court, if Sima truly had been captured too suddenly, and they still had matters that required a handover, then this was their last chance.
The two stared motionlessly at the stone mirror, saying nothing more. Nodes had already been set up across the three hundred li between them. At any sign of movement, Zhang Xiaozhu would arrive within a quarter of an hour.
And the twelve Grandmasters already lying in wait