An ethereal figure in a green robe hovered in the mist, with powerful celestial senses scanning the area.
Although the mist contained a chill, it did not affect him.
"Strange, why did the beam of light disappear?"
"Could it be a mirage?"
But after searching this area of water, he found not much out of the ordinary.
He could even sense that this mist seemed to be gradually dissipating.
"I should leave soon."
The green-robed figure shook his head, finding no significant opportunity.
Even if there was a chance, it might have already been taken by someone.
Besides, he was about to leave the Immortal Realm.
After all, today was the tenth day.
Suddenly, he looked in a direction, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance.
"Wu Shuang, I hope you can come out alive. Establishing a palace is not that easy. Otherwise, why would our Feather Transformation Immortal Sect have only a mere Seven Great Dao Palaces over the years."
