Immortal Dinghai came before the confused Jin Lingfeng and lightly tapped her forehead.
"Go home, go home..."
Jin Lingfeng muttered to herself, struggling incessantly, showing signs of wanting to break free from An Siyan's arm. Her eyes suddenly cleared, and she stared with widened eyes.
"What has happened to Jiang Ding?"
Her expression turned terrifying.
Forcing the will of a person, if not discovered early, one might never think to come here again in this life, instead instinctively wanting to go back home.
An Siyan cast a serious glance in the direction of the community.
"Taiyin Sword Intent..."
Immortal Dinghai's hand manifested a wisp of moon-white Sword Intent, gently crushed it, and his expression also showed shock: "As far as I know, he has only been exposed to the Taiyin Sword Sect's Sword Intent once, and in just a few years, he has been able to forcefully simulate it with his own Sword Intent, this aptitude for Sword Dao..."
