He was going to ask the Pavilion Master for help.
Wen Zhao's hall wasn't far from the island's center. Usually, he could get there in the time it took to blink twice.
But now, Wen Zhao felt that even this short distance was impossibly vast. He could sense the aura rapidly closing in on him; it had already stormed onto the Floating Island.
"Who goes there? Stop!"
A thunderous shout echoed across the Floating Island. The Cultivators guarding the island noticed Yang An's hostile approach and tried to stop him... but failed.
Wen Zhao had reached the front of the Central Hall, but a chill seized his heart. His veins bulged as he realized he probably wouldn't make it inside in time.
"Pavilion Master, save me!!!"
He shouted toward the Central Hall with every ounce of his strength, his voice breaking with desperation.
