"I'll have someone send word to him right now and tell him to turn back immediately!"
As she spoke, Lin Yanran prepared to go back and have someone call Lin Changge back.
Xue Fuyao stopped her. "Your people couldn't be faster than us, no matter how fast they are. They only left the city a little while ago. If we chase them at full speed, we should be able to catch up before long."
Beside them, Ming Cen nodded at her words. "Yanran, stay here for now. The two of us will be back soon!"
Lin Yanran nodded, then looked at Xue Fuyao and said gratefully, "Fuyao, thank you for this. Once this matter is over, whether it turns out to be true or false, our Crimson Feather Imperial Clan certainly won't treat you poorly."
Although Lin Yanran's words sounded somewhat baffling, Xue Fuyao understood them. It seemed she really had discovered something extraordinary this time.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Lin Changge, the seventh prince of the Crimson Feather Dynasty, looked back toward the city that was already out of sight and let out a deep sigh.
Seeing this, the attendant beside him asked in puzzlement, "Your Highness, you so rarely get to leave the palace. Why are you in such a hurry to return?"
Lin Changge replied indifferently, "It's not that I want to go back. I simply don't want to stay in Beidou City. This Central Continent Assembly is being held in Beidou City, and seeing those cultivators makes my chest feel stifled."
Hearing Lin Changge's explanation, the attendant tactfully said no more. After all, those who served the seventh prince knew very well how desperately he longed to cultivate.
Even if he had possessed only the poorest mixed spiritual root, he would not have been entirely without hope. Unfortunately,