"What was going on?!"
Wang Ba appeared in the Tea Pavilion at once.
His gaze pierced the Boundary Membrane, taking in the scene beyond.
Then he could not help frowning slightly.
Everything outside was as usual, still dark and empty.
But then his gaze sharpened.
From his vantage point, he could clearly see the feathers on the head and body of Fanming, which carried the Little Cang Realm on its back, curl backward strangely and stand straight toward the same direction, as though an invisible force had seized them.
Even though Fanming was beating its wings at tremendous speed, instead of moving forward, its entire body involuntarily drifted sideways.
How could Wang Ba be unfamiliar with this? He exclaimed in surprise:
"Could this be... wind?"
He could not help turning toward Jiang Yi:
"How could there be wind here?"
Jiang Yi's eyes were equally filled with astonishment.
Seeing her expression, Wang Ba immediately realized that she probably did not know either.
His Divine Sense swept the surroundings. Seeing more and more cultivators fly out with startled, uncertain expressions, he dared not delay. He sent voice transmissions to Jiying and the others, hastily instructed them to maintain order, then flashed outside the Daoist Grounds.
An opening immediately appeared in the Boundary Membrane, leading outside.
The instant the opening appeared, a stream of rushing air shot inside like an arrow!
Whoosh!
The gray haze inside the Boundary Membrane was instantly pierced!
The opening billowed violently, as though the wind outside would tear it apart.
Wang Ba's expression grew grave. The Little Cang Realm's Boundary Membrane had already contracted considerably; even ordinary Sixth Tier World Eaters could barely break through it.
Yet now, in this wind, it seemed on the verge of giving way so quickly that his heart chilled.
Just then, a