He didn't care whether Zhu Yang on the ground understood or not. After speaking, he transformed into a trail of firelight and soared into the sky, speeding off towards the east.
Zhu Yang clearly sensed that Xia Hong had left, but he remained kneeling on the ground for over a hundred breaths. Only after feeling sure Xia Hong had truly gone far did he slowly stand up.
"A Xianyang Level from the Outer Realm, have I run out of luck for eight lifetimes?"
A deep sense of lingering fear still lingered on his face, and he suddenly realized something, looking quickly toward the direction Xia Hong had left, his pupils tinged with a hint of fright.
"Flying east, where is he planning to go, could it be..."
He gritted his teeth, lifted his leg, and swiftly followed towards the east as well.
The purpose of Xia Hong's journey, of course, was to go to Beishuo City!
