"Senior apprentice-brother!"
Mu Northson was watching from within the ten thousand kilometer formation region, wracked by agony and self-hatred for being unable to help Ji Ning. Little Qing and Uncle White's faces both changed dramatically as well.
Both of them could tell that there had just been a spatial teleportation of some sort!
"I can no longer sense Master's location," Little Qing said frantically. "I can't even get the vaguest sense of the direction he is in. Master is no longer in the world of the Grand Xia; he's gone to an extremely distant place."
"I can't sense him either," Uncle White said, trying to attentively sense Ning's location.
"It's all my fault. It's all because of me, a useless piece of trash. I shouldn't have been in such a rush to take revenge. I shouldn't have…" Northson was filled with utter regret.
