Tianjin stood motionless for a long moment, his cold eyes fixed on the void where the Heavenly Demon had vanished.
Part of him wanted to chase after that, but for now, he had greater priorities.
With a casual gesture, he put away his spear.
The golden dragon that had coiled from his arm to the tip of the blade dissolved into countless shards of light, scattering like stardust carried away by void winds.
His cold gaze then lowered, focusing on a small talisman floating before his chest.
That piece of enchanted paper was directly linked to Qingyi's soul, reporting the young dragon's condition in real time.
A signal had reached him only seconds earlier — essentially a silent confirmation that everything had gone according to plan.
The talisman glowed a deep green, revealing the young man's current state.
There was just one problem.
Qingyi had not returned along with the other agents sent to accompany him.
During the battle itself, Tianjin had received a report on the incident.
