Xuefeng climbed up the rocky shoreline, his boots squelching against wet soil as he stepped onto solid ground. The chill of the lake clung to his bare skin, but he paid it no mind. With practiced movements, he summoned a set of dry Liu Clan robes from his spatial ring, simple, yet noble in design, and began changing out of the clinging elven silks gifted by the Queen.
Before he even removed his belt, he spread out his Spirit Awareness in every direction.
The training he endured under the Wisdom Tree had paid off. With no restrictions like in the Holy Land, his perception stretched across several hundred meters. Every rustle of grass, every breath of wind through the trees, every heartbeat in the area. He sensed it all.
Alone. Good.
He changed quickly, sliding into the familiar clothes, pulling a deep hooded cloak over his shoulders just in case. But before he could move out, Ling's voice brushed through his mind like a breeze slipping between thoughts.
