"So," Wen Ran suddenly broke the silence as he and his master continued traveling westward. Though their movements were relatively slow, they were still about three times faster than an ordinary mortal's pace. "Are you finally going to explain to me what exactly this pocket dimension is, and why there's a fissure in the void? There must be a reason the other sects are panicking so much they're already sending people to hunt me down."
Wen Ran's tone was direct. He knew very well that those sects didn't necessarily care much about his master personally, though slaying a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator from a rival sect would certainly bring benefits. However, openly attacking someone of Xiao Lingyun's status would almost surely spark a sect war, making it a risky gamble.
Xiao Lingyun paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he gazed toward the sky. His expression was unreadable, as if contemplating the fate of the world itself.
