Purple mist billowed, throwing everything into chaos. The hazy figures of others quickly disappeared from sight.
Without a moment's hesitation, Li Daoyi sat cross-legged. His cheekbones began to glow as what looked like Dao Rhyme wove together behind him, giving rise to a purple Majestic Sun.
Immense Magical Power surged from him, radiating heat like a scorching sun. It drove back the encroaching purple mist, allowing the scene before him to become somewhat clearer.
"When the cave abode emerged, the Young Master might have been swept away by the others in the chaos."
"That man surnamed Ye is highly suspicious. He's the most likely one to have acted…"
"The Young Master has no cultivation base. If he falls into the wrong hands, his life will be in grave danger."
Ao Xu and the others wore grim expressions. They had already scoured the surrounding area but found no trace of Jiang Lan.
