“What’s happening?” Meng Jingzhou was appalled as the flying carriage began to plummet.0

Cold sweat broke out on Lu Yang’s forehead as he desperately tried to activate the Flying Sword Technique. However, the flying carriage didn’t stop descending; he had lost all control over the Qingfeng Sword, no longer able to sense its presence.0

The Taciturn Daoist Priest announced gravely, “We can’t use our spirit energy here. All spells have become ineffective!”1

“What?!”0

With the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s extensive knowledge and experience, he could roughly guess what was happening. If this is truly what’s happening, then the three of us are truly unlucky. But now’s not the time to be thinking about this. The top priority is to save Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou.0

He stood up and tore open the carriage’s roof, wrapping one arm around Lu Yang and the other around Meng Jingzhou. Securing them at his waist, he leaped downward. Although they couldn’t use their spirit energy here, there were no constraints on his physical body. As an expert at the Fusion Stage, nothing would happen to the Taciturn Daoist Priest...0