Yue Leng was still intently watching the compass, speaking intermittently with Li Youjue.
The wind from Star Moon Plain, by the time it reached here, had already lost some of its strength.
"Something seems off..." Yue Leng muttered.
Although, according to the "Heavenly Net" in his hand, everything on Star Moon Plain seemed calm, and Jiang Qingyang, who he was particularly watching, was bathing in the starlight without any abnormalities.
But his spirit perception still felt a slight discordance.
Without another word, Li Youjue "opened his eyes."
With that look, he saw Jiang Wang drawing his sword, rising into the air, slashing horizontally across the sky. That stroke drew a line that divided heaven and earth, severing life and death.
It was precisely "a nobleman in despair retains his grace, haunted for a decade by an unresolved vendetta!"
Yet, there were no enemies before him, it was as if he took the heavens and the earth themselves as his opponents.
