Between lightning and a flint, Han Yi's thoughts rose and fell, forming a conjecture.
However, danger or not, knowing that the Immortal Palace's gate could be entered and exited did not prompt Han Yi to enter right away. The urgent matter was to seek out the Qingping parting sword, meld, and transform it so that Qingping could rise to become a spiritual treasure. At that time, his own strength would surge significantly, offering more wiggle room when facing danger.
Observing the eight figures skittering a substantial distance away in the blink of an eye, Han Yi was perplexed as he looked towards the Immortal Palace's door. Could the pursuer not leave the palace?
But the next instant, his face changed, his pupils sharply contracting.
