,""
Song Yan's eyes widened at those words, and for a moment, he said nothing.
Tao Wen?!
"You-you're not dead?"
"But how are you inside the Qilin?"
Tao Wen did not answer that question. Only his sorrowful voice came again.
"It's no use, child. Run, quickly. Leave this place."
"No one can truly kill that thing. Senior Shi Zixing made the right choice."
"Unfortunately, it is simply too uncanny. Even after four thousand years, it still hasn't dissipated."
That thing-what the hell was that thing, exactly?
Senior Shi Zixing's choice-did he mean sealing Penglai and Fanghu within the mist?
Song Yan felt as though he were lost in a fog. The more he heard, the less he understood.
Could even a Void Refinement Realm venerable only trap it temporarily, without eradicating it?
Come to think of it, whether Tao Wen or Chen Linyuan, these older cultivators all seemed to share this fault: they never explained things clearly.
Either they said there was no need to know yet, or they simply kept their mouths shut.
Still, Song Yan was not particularly annoyed. At first, he had thought they were deliberately shrouding things in mystery, but after hearing it enough, he had grown used to it.
Ultimately, in these elders' eyes, his age of less than a hundred was merely a fraction of theirs.
His Golden Core Realm cultivation probably differed little from a swaddled infant before such figures.
Who would bother sitting down to discuss the Dao with a child still learning to speak?
Song Yan glanced into the distance. Xie Chan and the others were almost within the bounds of Mount Nine Songs.
Without further hesitation, he activated Wandering the Great Void and continued fleeing in that direction.
Little did he know that, at this very moment, the thought belonging