"Immortal Transfer..."
Zhang Rongfang wanted to ask more, but suddenly realized that he had once again, without noticing, returned from his meditative state.
The voice of Xue Tong also broke down into the sounds of the wind, birds, and water.
He stood up, gazing at the distant figure, then instantly tapped his toes, swiftly crossing the stream.
A few moments later, he rushed to the vicinity of the figure.
It was only upon getting closer that he saw.
It wasn't a person at all.
Just a branch that had fallen down and combined with shrubs, forming a human-shaped shadow...
Poof!
Zhang Rongfang struck the branch with his palm, scattering it.
The figure also vanished abruptly.
'... No wonder! No wonder!!'
At this moment, he no longer doubted the existence of Xue Tong.
Recalling the content hinted by his intuition earlier, Zhang Rongfang finally gained some insight.
