Huangquan looked at the approaching group and asked in a stern voice, “Where is my brother?”
“Gone,” replied the High Priest calmly.
Feng Jiuyuan and Jingchen were somewhat surprised by his calm response.
So calm… it seemed as if he was not the one who had scoured the surroundings of the lodging where Nangong Mian had disappeared.
Huangquan stared at him, her already deep eyes darkening even further. “Did you lose him?”
“Huangquan,” Jingchen intervened, sensing Huangquan’s agitation. “Stay calm. We are just as concerned about Nangong Mian’s disappearance.”
“The lodging has been thoroughly searched by the High Priest. We couldn’t find him, so we came to find you.” Jingchen added, trying to downplay their involvement. They had indeed helped in the search, but the current situation…
It clearly wasn’t the right time to mention their assistance. Better to leave it as if it were solely the High Priest’s initiative, or else they might feel a chilling sensation from the High Priest in the next moment.
After Jingchen finished speaking, he nudged Feng Jiuyuan. “Say something.”
Feng Jiuyuan sighed deeply. “…” He was annoyed.
If not for the Dragon’s Song Qin, he would have really wanted to punch him.
Feng Jiuyuan looked at Huangquan and said, “Huangquan, the circumstances surrounding your brother’s disappearance are strange.”
Huangquan turned to him. “How so?”
“After the High Priest led us to the lodging and we settled in, fearing sudden danger, he was holding onto your brother. But suddenly, without any trace, he just…”
“Flickered out of sight,” Feng Jiuyuan finished. “Do you believe it?”
“It really was a flicker,” he added, still puzzled.
There was no spiritual power fluctuation. The High Priest didn’t even feel the power to grab it, and the person just disappeared like that…
After listening to Feng Jiuyuan’s words, Huangquan’s eyes softened slightly as she looked at the High Priest. “What did you feel at the time?”
The High Priest looked at her and said, “There was no spiritual power fluctuation. He just vanished.”
Huangquan hasn’t found his soul, and his body is gone…
Huangquan narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked towards the tower at the heart of the city. “I’m going to take a look. Are you coming?”
The High Priest followed her gaze towards the tower and asked, “He might be there?”
“It’s possible,” Huangquan replied.
With that said, the High Priest turned and walked towards the direction of the tower.
Huangquan stared at his back for a moment, then followed.
“Wait.”
Lin Xu stopped the High Priest as he was about to go find Nangong Mian, saying, “High Priest, are you really going to leave us all here for the sake of one Nangong Mian?”
“Even if Nangong Mian is your disciple, this is going too far.”
The High Priest looked at him coldly. “You can come with us if you want.”
“But…”
“If you don’t want to come, then stay here,” the High Priest said bluntly, walking past Lin Xu without another word.
Nangong Qingyue glanced at Huangquan approaching from the other side, said nothing, and turned to follow the High Priest.
Feng Jiuyuan and Jingchen also walked over. As they passed Lin Xu, Feng Jiuyuan shook his head. “If I were you, I wouldn’t say that.”
“If the High Priest doesn’t go to find Nangong Mian now, do you think he’ll come looking for you if you go missing?” Jingchen added. “Feng Jiuyuan’s words may sound harsh, but the truth is, when the High Priest brings people here, he’s responsible for getting them out. We came together, so naturally, we leave together. Besides, even if the High Priest doesn’t go, Huangquan will. But if you go missing and the High Priest doesn’t search, no one else will.”
Lin Xu moved his mouth as if to say something, but Jingchen didn’t stop to listen. He walked away with Feng Jiuyuan.
As Huangquan passed by Lin Xu, the latter instinctively stepped back nervously, afraid that Huangquan might hear what he had said and cause trouble. However, Huangquan didn’t even glance at him and walked past without a word.
With everyone gone, Lin Xu had no choice but to reluctantly follow them.
The tower ahead was indeed very tall, visible from afar, but when they actually started walking towards it, they realized just how far away they were!
It was really far!
“Are you sure this is a tower within the city?” Feng Jiuyuan caught up with the High Priest and said, “We’ve been using spiritual power for half an hour, shouldn’t we be at the other side of the city by now? But look at our current position compared to that tower. How is this any different from when we looked at it from the city gate?”
Frustrated, not only Feng Jiuyuan, even Jingchen fell silent.
Huangquan was right. This city was bizarre, incredibly so.
Four fell when they entered the city, one woke up, lost his soul first, then his body disappeared too. Now, after half an hour of rushing with spiritual power, they still hadn’t reached the tower…
“Huangquan,” Jingchen turned to look at Huangquan, “can you figure out what’s going on here?”
Ever since learning that Huangquan had seen the Dragon during the competition, Jingchen had developed a strange trust in him.
He felt Huangquan was very strong!
Stronger than the High Priest!
“This city is just that big,” Huangquan stopped next to Jingchen and said indifferently, “it’s just that the tower is too tall, affecting your judgment of distance. You might have thought we should have arrived earlier, but in reality, the distance we’ve covered is accurate and not affected.”
“In that case, if we keep going, we should reach there soon,” Jingchen responded after hearing Huangquan’s explanation, refraining from further comment.
Feng Jiuyuan sighed softly, “What country’s city is this? It’s so huge?”
“Who knows,” Huangquan said, then continued walking forward.
Once everyone confirmed that there was nothing influencing them except the actual distance, they fell silent and followed along.
Another half an hour passed…
The six of them finally arrived at the base of the tower.
From afar, the tower looked tall, but up close, it was even more daunting.
This tower, crafted from an unknown material, was completely black, exuding an extremely oppressive feeling. Looking up at it intensified this sensation even more.
The tower soared into the clouds, its top obscured by black mist swirling around its body, giving it an eerie and dangerous appearance.
Huangquan stared at the tower before him, his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly with a cold glint.
That woman was right. This tower didn’t absorb death energy; it produced it.
Just as Huangquan was about to say something, the High Priest spoke up: “This tower gives off a dangerous vibe. I’ll go inside. You all wait outside and find a place.”
With that, the High Priest started walking towards the tower’s entrance.
Huangquan moved quickly and stood in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.
Noticing the High Priest’s particularly grim expression—pale face and beads of sweat on his forehead—it seemed like he was enduring immense pain!
There were no issues at the city gate before, and everyone had been fine on the way here. The fact that the others were unharmed confirmed this. So, what was going on with the High Priest?
Thinking this, Huangquan asked directly, “What’s wrong with you?”
