"Has Zhang Yan been cultivating here?"
Above the clouds, a dozen young cultivators piloting magical flying boats leaned forward, pointing at the scene below from time to time.
Behind them stood a young cultivator, unaided by external tools and suspended in mid-air. He looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, his body cloaked in radiant red light, with flowing flames dancing incessantly around him, clearly a cultivator in the Xuan Guang Realm.
This young cultivator observed the rolling smoke and clouds along with the rampant evil qi over spiritual paper Island, his face betraying satisfaction. He chuckled, "Just as my junior brothers said, now that I am about to refine the Divine Mountain Fire Sparrow Sword, the golden wind and fierce fire qi on this spiritual paper Island is indeed very suitable for me."
