Liu Jingwen watched Wen Qingye's figure recede into the distance, sighing softly to herself.
Yanr Yuhuan couldn't help but exclaim, "To think he's a top master on the Cyan Cloud List, and so incredibly powerful. I was completely wrong about him."
Liu Jingwen looked away and smiled. "Yes, that's right. For someone at the Yin Yang Realm Eighth Layer Heaven to be able to slay a genius at the Peak of Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm... It just goes to show that he's destined for greatness."
"Let's treat Xiao Yuan's injuries first, then hurry to the summit of Xuwang Mountain."
"Okay."
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「Xuwang Mountain Summit.」
Atop a vast, open plateau hundreds of yards long, clouds and mist drifted hazily. The area was overgrown with tangled vines, lush forests, and strange, jagged boulders.
An endless, dusky-yellow halo emanated from the center, from which wisps of white smoke diffused, continuously spreading in all directions.
