Sure enough, in the next moment, a red glow flashed from Lin Xuan's Black Soil, shooting straight into the sky.
The speed was so fast that no one could see it clearly.
The surrounding crowd was discussing the recent battle, while also speculating about Lin Xuan's identity.
But at this moment, a thunderous sound resounded in the sky.
This sound caught everyone's attention.
In an instant, all the martial artists on the peak looked up at the sky.
The next moment, a red auspicious cloud descended from the heavens, like a divine cloud of the Nine Heavens.
And on that red auspicious cloud stood a figure.
The crowd widened their eyes, scrutinizing carefully.
Only to see a young boy standing atop the cloud, with red lips and white teeth, a delicate and refined appearance, looking about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Whose young boy is this? How did he come here?"
The crowd was puzzled.
