Chu Ning contemplated silently, but the magical power in his hands didn't pause at all.
After about half an hour passed, the shape of the golden mist cluster at the lake's center became exceptionally clear.
Vaguely visible within that golden mist cluster was a golden seed.
It seemed to wait only for enough energy to be infused before it could break through the mist and emerge.
During this process, two or three other cultivators flew in succession to join different factions.
At this moment, another person flew from the side of the Cloud Peak Alliance towards the Demon Alliance's direction.
It was a young cultivator, approximately twenty-seven or twenty-eight, in black robes, with a hint of arrogance and coldness in his expression.
"Is it him?"
Chu Ning's gaze swept over and, upon seeing him, was slightly taken aback.
This black-robed youth was surprisingly You Jing, whose arm Chu Ning had severed and reattached before.
