In the mystic fog, lightning surged, revealing the silhouette of a dragon.
Zhang Ze felt the anomaly too, peeking out from under his tight garment.
Though too distant to sense specific auras, the presence felt akin to that of Giant Turtle Zhu Luo.
Was it engaged in combat with someone?
Or perhaps many people.
Yet, before Zhang Ze could investigate further, the mystic fog vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Seeing this, Zhang Ze quickly took out the communication magical artifact Sect Leader Lu had given him before departure.
Astral light glimmered in his hand as Zhang Ze began calling Zhu Luo, but the star representing Zhu Luo remained dim and dull.
Not just Zhu Luo; the other Mahayana Cultivators also did not respond to Zhang Ze's call.
"Huh?"
Though momentarily anxious, Zhang Ze quickly regained his composure.
He flipped the starscape in his hand, causing the celestial signs to reverse and light up again.
