Outside Panlong Residence.
Shui Linglong stood on the open ground, clad in a water-blue long dress that shimmered with a faint radiance under the morning sun, like flowing water waves.
"Luo Feng, are you really going out for training?" Upon seeing Luo Feng, Shui Linglong asked.
Luo Feng nodded.
Shui Linglong smiled gently, "Then come with me."
Luo Feng followed at Shui Linglong's side and asked, "Linglong Sister, what training did the Hall Master arrange for me?"
"You'll find out soon." Shui Linglong smiled mysteriously.
Seeing Shui Linglong's smile, Luo Feng felt a tinge of unease.
Moments later, the two left the mountain gate, performing qinggong to fly into the depths of Yao Light Lake, their figures gradually vanishing into a mist of seven-colored clouds.
After traveling several miles, the airflow ahead suddenly became chaotic, accompanied by sharp cries of astonishing piercing force.
"Someone's here."
