Gently brushing his sleeve, Di Cang glanced at Mu Chen's dormitory. The lights inside were still bright. 'Someone must be guarding him,' he thought. He spread his Spiritual Power out again. After finding nothing else unusual, Di Cang took a step. Accompanied by a spatial ripple, his figure slowly vanished into the night.
In the outskirts of the Xuanling Empire, a figure appeared out of thin air with a WHOOSH. The man coughed violently twice, clutching his chest. "That old bastard is incredible. I was only grazed by the force of his palm strike, yet I'm so heavily injured. It seems the power of a Martial Venerable is truly not something a Fifth-Ring Martial Emperor like me can withstand." With that, the figure endured his injuries and, with another WHOOSH, vanished into the darkness once more...
