The face in the sky suddenly exhaled again, and Li Yan was abruptly enveloped by a layer of earthy-yellow light. No one else could see his figure any longer.
Li Yan simply stood there on the ground, his expression calm. He knew how important the matters of the Five Immortals Sect were; some things could not be concealed through voice transmission alone.
For instance, his expressions and movements—none of it could be seen by outsiders and arouse their suspicion.
The instant the earthy-yellow barrier formed, a voice rang in Li Yan's ears. This time, the other party no longer used voice transmission.
"I am True Lord Qianzhong—or, more precisely, a strand of his Divine Thought. Since you have met Ping Tu, Junior Brother Dong Fuyi should have found you on the Desolate Moon Continent. But why did he not bring you back to the Immortal-Spirit Realm?
"With your cultivation, how did you end up on the Lost Continent again? And from your tone, it seems you have joined another sect? Tell me all about it!"
The face in the sky glanced at the ever-growing strips of white cloud nearby from the corner of his eye, a trace of disdain appearing on his face.
The spatial magic artifact he had refined could not be opened by anyone on this continent. Perhaps no one in the entire Mortal Realm could open it either, unless a high-level cultivator from the Upper Realm, at the same level he had once been, descended here.
Li Yan looked at the face in the sky and thought to himself.
So he is only a strand of Divine Thought as well, just like Dong Fuyi had been back then. Once one's realm reaches such a level, the methods available truly are unfathomable.
*Why did he leave a strand