"I need to go now," Feng Yuan said suddenly.
Then the air exploded with the sound of something tearing through it with immense force, and in the blink of an eye, the leader of the Verdant Sword Sect was no longer there.
Tianhai took a step back, startled by the speed.
"He… disappeared."
Yanyu looked at Kyrian, confused.
"What could've happened?"
Kyrian was silent for a moment, gazing at the spot where Feng Yuan had vanished. The wind seemed to blow, sweeping away the last layer of dust on the ground.
"I don't know. But it seems something important happened," Kyrian finally replied, shaking his head.
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Suddenly, something moving at a terrifying speed that made the wind scatter in all directions appeared, and then Feng Yuan emerged in an isolated part of the sect's central area.
Before him stood a small, simple wooden hut made of ancient timber, surrounded by bamboo and moss. That place was the leader's refuge,
