When Liu Changdie climbed out of the lake, the sky was already bright. His feather clothing had protected him so well that not even a drop of lake water clung to him.
Dazed, he meandered a couple of steps along the shore, realizing that everything from the past had vanished without a trace. Dizzy and disoriented, he had no idea what to do next, so he simply rode the wind, flying towards the mountains.
It wasn't until he reached Qingdu Mountain that Liu Changdie remembered he still had the formation flags on his person. With no alternative, he passed through the array and headed to the great hall where Li Xijun had been before.
As the armored warriors at the door reported his arrival, Liu Changdie stepped inside, only to find an elder with white hair and beard, wearing black and gold armor, lifting his eyebrows in observation.
"Changdie Taoist Fellow!"
"Brother Xuanfeng!"
Liu Changdie quickly approached Li Xuanfeng, closely observing him from both sides, speechless for a moment.
