On the Wind Saint Cliff.
Xiao Yi's face was deathly pale, silent.
His gaze continually looked into the distance.
Beside him, Duanmu Palace Master frowned and said, "Old Man Feng, didn't you say this kid was fine?"
"Why is he now looking so dazed? Could it be there's a problem with his heart and mind?"
The Wind Hall Master shook his head, "I didn't detect any problem."
Duanmu Palace Master was just about to say something more.
Xiao Yi stood up and softly said, "Duanmu Palace Master, I'm fine."
The complexity on his face and the indifference in his eyes had already disappeared.
In its place was his usual calm demeanor.
"It's good you're fine." Duanmu Palace Master smiled, then suddenly his expression changed, exclaiming, "Oh no, you kid, what kind of Martial Arts did you just break through?"
"It could actually carry your mind so far away."
"Old Man Feng mentioned to me earlier, that place just now is unimaginably far from here."
