Lu Qiming's current situation was something none of them had anticipated, so everyone's expressions were grave, and they dared not neglect for even a moment.
After the disturbance in the hall, beneath it, amidst the flickering flames, a presence emerged from the fire. Facing the blazing flames that could burn everything to ashes, the figure moved as if on level ground. Those fires, which had scorched many disciples, lost their original power when confronted by the figure.
It seemed like an illusory object amidst the blazing flames, its shape slightly distorted. Its vague face lifted slightly and shot out from within the flames, seemingly transcending various obstacles on the steps, drifting towards the distant hall.
And that was exactly where Lu Qiming was.
It seemed the moment the gaze reached him, Lu Qiming's head moved gently, and a solemn aura emerged in his eyes. As he gazed below, the exchange of glances felt almost palpable.
"Sect, Sect Master is alive!"
