Feiyun had a hard time calming down after leaving Long Luofu’s place. It was a strange feeling on top of added responsibility.

Dongfang Jingyue stood near a pond and watched him depart until he disappeared from sight.

It’s not that he didn’t see her; he just purposely chose to feign ignorance.

***

Two massive doves arrived at the battle palace. They spanned for several dozen meters; their plumes were on fire. Their beak looked like a divine hook; their claws flashed with a terrifying glint.

Twenty or so old cultivators stood on their back. The group landed on the ground and intimidated those nearby. They entered the battle palace.

“Feng Feiyun, do you think we, the Li, can’t catch you because you’re hiding in the battle palace?” A gray-haired old man wielding an iron spear spoke with a resounding voice.

He had lived for...