He gently patted Zhiwei's head: "Leave everything to Master."
He just assumed Zhiwei was worried about the Lingyin Sect emissary.
Zhiwei raised her head, her beautiful black eyes shimmering, she opened her mouth, but eventually only nodded.
Then,
a glaring streak of light tore through the clouds in the sky, carrying overwhelming momentum, and descended outside Lisong Valley!
The spiritual pressure was domineering and unapologetic, sweeping through the entire valley, causing the medicinal farmers to kneel in fright, trembling.
The protective array at the valley entrance shook violently in response, rippling.
"What a grand spectacle!" Chen Ye's face turned cold.
The visitor had bad intentions, which were fully on display at that moment.
Such an undisguised display of power was more of an intimidation than a welcome for a True Inheritor.
"Something's wrong... still not right. The other party is too rude."
He considered countless possibilities, feeling something was amiss.
