Sensing the several traces of qi gradually falling farther behind him, Lian Youming swiftly gathered his focus.
He shifted the iron spear in his hands again, using it for protection for the moment.
He did not withdraw, but hurried toward the Golden Throne Hall.
He ran on without a word. Darkness and silence surrounded him, as though he were the only person left beneath the moonlight.
Meanwhile, atop a corner tower...
Two figures had witnessed the entire scene.
"Tsk, why is that brat everywhere? Things in the South only wrapped up a couple of days ago, and here he is, joining the commotion again."
One was powerfully built, brimming with vital energy. An uncanny sheen actually shimmered over his skin beneath the moonlight. His hair was thick and stiff, standing on end as though bristling. Only his forehead was bare, gleaming in the light.
The other was a Daoist in ancient robes and a tall crown.
It was none other than White Bone Daoist.
"He fought seven alone and actually killed three in an instant. Such dragon-essence tiger-vigor."
The old Daoist's voice was utterly flat, and his face betrayed no expression.
The balding figure rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Feels like it won't be long before he catches up to that master of his."
"Xuanming? He was an outstanding man too. I simply wonder whether he perished or broke through." At last, a trace of feeling entered White Bone Daoist's voice.
The balding figure drew a deep breath and said solemnly, "That man's Dao heart was as firm as iron and stone. Hopefully, his century of effort won't go to waste. But even I never imagined that the One-Eyed Elder was fucking Gu Xuantong."
White Bone Daoist sounded surprised as well. "The man schemes deeply. It seems he must have