Amid the raging sandstorm, a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor. Only moments ago, Luo Chen had been among the cultivators gathered within the golden sphere. Now he had already vanished beyond their horizon, moving even faster than the sphere itself had at full speed. On the surface, he appeared as composed as ever. Yet Han Zhan, residing within the Soul-Nurturing Wood, could clearly sense the turbulent emotions churning beneath that calm exterior.

"Are you really going to ruin Blood Nightmare's plans?"

"Yes!"

"It's not like the two of you have some life-and-death grudge. If you do this, there won't be any room left for reconciliation."

"He might not see it that way, but as far as I'm concerned, we're already enemies. I don't want to reconcile."

Han Zhan fell silent. To a Sage, an Adept was little more than an insignificant ant. Ordering Liang Baizao to hunt Luo Chen down...