Baicao Lake.
A figure darted across like lightning, so fast that people could only see a flash of white.
Even the red-billed gulls soaring over the lake were unaffected, unaware that a 'colossal creature' had just flown by.
Swish!
The white figure suddenly halted, body suspended in mid-air.
"In such a hurry, where is the Great Grandmaster heading?"
A majestic voice came from afar.
Though unseen, the voice clearly reached the ears.
Xuanyuan Mingjing gazed towards the dense Red Willow Forest by the lake, and said gravely: "Military Minister, with your busy affairs, how do you have time to visit this place of idle clouds and wild cranes?"
"Raising children for a hundred years, always worrying for ninety-nine. Being a parent is just repaying the debts of a past life..." Shen Wuxiang's figure emerged from the Red Willow Forest, sighing: "When can this debt ever be repaid?"
