"Fellow Daoist Wang, please, feel free."
The young man bowed his head slightly, his attitude growing even more cordial, for he had detected nothing out of the ordinary.
Ling Changqing snorted, steering his Flying Sword around the man and flying away. The surrounding Cultivators made no move to stop him.
On the next leg of his journey, Ling Changqing was stopped and questioned by more than a dozen different groups of Cultivators, including teams from the Nine Great Families.
The most incredible part was when Liuying Jing herself appeared leading a team. Yet even face-to-face, the petite Cultivator didn't notice a thing.
As for Flow Shadow Ice Cicada and Liu Ying Meng Luan, there was no sign of them. He had no idea if they were leading teams to search elsewhere.
Regardless, Ling Changqing felt he could never see them again.
It was the only way to guarantee their safety to the greatest extent possible.
