Xu Ping arrived beneath the lush Hundred Bamboo Wood.
He lightly leaped and lay down on a flat stone slab, his eyes slightly closed, entering a state of pretended slumber.
A look of utmost contentment on his face.
...
...
At the same time.
Ruins Deserted Island.
Boom!
Accompanied by a thunderous roar, a stream of light shot out desperately from the depths of the deserted island.
Enclosed within that stream was a young man emitting the aura of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, with a trace of black blood at the corner of his mouth, and his breath was chaotic—all evident of his severe injuries.
Behind him, at the entrance of the deserted island, Spiritual Power surged, and the space distorted.
Moments later, two additional Nascent Soul Cultivators emerged like phantoms in pursuit.
