Listening to Xie Qingxue's words, Zheng Fa raised his neck and looked up.
Complete darkness.
The Flying Sword beneath his feet emitted a sword glow, shooting into the void, but it seemed to be swallowed by an invisible mouth, disappearing without a trace.
Xie Qingxue wasn't teasing him.
Zheng Fa focused his senses and finally noticed something unusual:
In the faint darkness, there was a subtle spiritual glow flickering in the distance.
Looking more closely, he saw a giant arc-shaped object, rotating and undulating.
This shape looked somewhat familiar...
"A Compass?"
An inspiration flashed through Zheng Fa's mind, and he realized.
After scrutinizing it several times, he confirmed that it was indeed the compass Sect Leader Yan had used in the past to verify his identity.
This compass had a gap in the middle, precisely the shape of the Yin Yang Jade Pendant.
Now the compass was rotating around the mountain peak, as if placing a headband on this highest peak of Xuanwei.
