Feng Feiyun asked Wu Qinghua to take care of Nalan Xuejian. She was probably here in this valley too.

Her lifespan was deteriorating at a rapid rate. Even a multi-millennia spirit fruit only stopped her spirit energy from dispersing. She could only rely on herself to regain her youth and lifespan via cultivation.

He didn’t wish to interact with the disciples from Beastmaster right now and continued heading up the peak.

He was greeted by complicated formations. Their runes floated in the air, virtually invisible and unnoticeable. Touching one would result in a lightning attack.

“Boom!” A bolt as thick as a bowl nearly hit Feiyun’s hand. That would have severed it.

This formation was beyond the means of an ordinary Enlightened...