The sky.
A gleam of gold, a glint of crimson, two trails of escape light chased each other for over a thousand kilometers before slowly coming to a halt.
"King Chiyan, it's been a long time."
Jiang Ding nodded slightly.
His Divine Sense and Sword Intent swept across the mountains and forests, beginning to seal off any Divine Sense signals within a six-kilometer radius from entering or leaving, simulating the Taiyin Sword Intent to confuse the six senses of birds and beasts below.
"Qiyu Swordsman, it's you!"
The Chiyan Fox King, seeing the golden escape light dissipate to reveal a vaguely familiar youth in green, felt an extraordinary shock in her heart and said in disbelief, "How could it possibly be you?"
"You of the Human Race, what a vicious heart you have!"
