After a year apart, finally seeing the light of day again, Zhang Yan felt his chest expand with exhilaration, longing to soar through the skies and fly freely.
However, the ten-zhang-tall Flying Pavilion beside him was far too conspicuous, so he chanted a spell to store it within his sleeve.
But just then, the sword ball at the center of his brows quivered slightly, followed by a strange sensation rising within him.
His brow furrowed as he sensed that it seemed someone was hiding nearby, covertly observing him. However, the feeling quickly faded as if it had never been there.
His gaze swept across the area. Except for a few barren mountain peaks, there was nothing but an endless grassland, revealing no unusual signs.
Thinking carefully, he deduced that someone must be using a dharma treasure to spy on him from afar.
