Jade Lake.
Jiang Yuan's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he had already made up his decision.
He glanced at Fu Shan, the demon saint who was rapidly fleeing, and his figure moved instantaneously.
"Be careful! Don't be careless!"
Ye Chanxi's voice echoed in Jiang Yuan's ears.
Jiang Yuan, who was just about to lift his right leg, put it down again and turned back to smile slowly at Ye Chanxi.
Then he murmured, "Don't worry!"
After saying this, his form vanished from Ye Chanxi's sight.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan displayed his extreme speed, reaching his limit.
In an instant.
He crossed through layers of voidness to appear right behind Fu Shan.
Now the two were on an arched bridge in the center of the Jade Lake.
The bridge was white jade in color, with railings on both sides carved out of Han white jade.
Atop it were all kinds of mythical creatures, some soaring through the Nine Skies, overturning clouds and bringing rain.
