The Hollow Yin was crescent-shaped and not particularly large.0

Pang Jian enveloped the entire fragmented land with his divine sense. Every inch of the Hollow Yin lay bare before him. He could hear the murmurs below and see anyone he wished to observe. The only exception to this was Dong Tianze.0

Dong Tianze's aura was hazy in the damp valley below. Faint traces of blood-colored light veiled him, making it impossible to discern him at a glance.0

It was clear that Dong Tianze had sensed Pang Jian the moment he arrived above the crescent-shaped fragmented land.0

Still avoiding me?0

Pang Jian raised an eyebrow. With a thought, he formed threads of divine sense capable of transmitting sound and sent them to a few familiar faces.0

Lei Kun and Han Ting lit up with joy as they left the gathering of Sinister Soul Temple disciples.0

Pang Jian, once again dressed in his signature blue Sword Pavilion robes, stood in a forest on the fragmented land with his sword token hanging from his waist.0

"It's me, Pang Jian," he said, eyes falling onto a Profound Abode Realm cultivator from the Red Mountain Sect. "Why weren't you taken to the Cosmic Skies Continent?"0

The Red Mountain...0