On November 8, Year 5498 of the Yuangguang Calendar, a streak of azure light flashed over the sea, so fast that its wake sent several seabirds flying side by side nearby tumbling. Ignoring their squawking, Zhao Yi smiled faintly and continued toward Linghua Island. Before long, the island appeared before him.
Gazing at Linghua Island ahead, Zhao Yi laughed aloud and accelerated again, heading straight for the island!
Moments later, the Flying Boat stopped above Linghua Abbey. Looking at the Taoist temple before him, Zhao Yi swept it with his divine sense, only to find not a soul inside.
"Huh?"
Puzzled, Zhao Yi put away the Flying Boat and leaped down, drifting lightly to the ground within a few breaths.
"Where did everyone go?"
Zhao Yi called out, but no one answered. He swept his divine sense through the side rooms on either side. A layer of dust had already settled in Liu Yu's room. Judging by its thickness, no one had stayed there for seven or eight days.
"Did something happen?"
Zhao Yi's expression darkened. He checked Wang Ping's room and the room Zheng Ji and Zheng Tong shared. Yes, these two rooms were occupied. That brat Wang Ping had left his quilt unfolded again. He deserved a beating!
"Where could they be?"
At this time on an ordinary day, Liu Yu would have been leading the others in studying the Daoist Scriptures.
He left the Taoist temple and headed toward the pavilion in the hills.
Along the way, he kept probing with his divine sense. A cultivator who had just entered the spirit attraction stage could extend their divine sense roughly ten zhang beyond their body. Zhao Yi was a cultivator with relatively strong essence origin, and his divine sense could reach twelve zhang! To improve divine sense,