A spatial crack appeared in the sky and out of it appeared two person, one carrying the other.
In front of the two, there was no longer the lush green valley they were in and instead it was cracked land and barren hills.
It was as if Fang Yuan really put in an effort to keep whatever he intends to show a secret.
Slowly landing in the ground, Fng Yuan gently set her down.
Lin Zhaoyue didn't complain this time and instead her eyes were already scanning the surroundings.
"I don't really know how to explain this," Fang Yuan said, loosening his grip on her. "So… just watch."
He stepped forward and a sword appeared in his hand with a quiet hum.
Taking in another deep breath he closed his eyes.
And for a brief moment, everything stilled, even the already-dead air seemed to sink into a deeper silence.
Another slow breath then his eyes opened.
Every ounce of his attention converged into a single point gathering at the blade in his hand.
"Tyrant Light Sword: Spatial Cut."
