Having seen the disrupted Mist River, Lu Jin'an knew the destination was near, so he breathed a sigh of relief and accelerated once more.
He wasn't afraid of being late and causing a joke, mainly because as the Saint Heir of Wandao Sect, there were many situations that required him to personally handle.
Under the golden-red light-filled Mist River, Ming Yuan still had a slight smile as he looked at Jiang Wuya, with a hint of provocation: "You're the second senior brother of the Wandao Sect, and you can't decide such a small matter?"
Pausing a moment, he pointed to the now stabilized entrance of the Grotto Heaven: "The entrance is now open, aren't you going to..."
Before the words were out, from the mysterious rules of space, a chilling Sword Qi suddenly swept over, overwhelmingly aggressive, like a tempest sweeping across a barren field, appearing and vanishing instantly, stretching for thousands of miles.
"This Sword Qi... Senior Brother is here!"
