Chapter 390
Not long after—
"He's here!" Witch Hanguang's eyes snapped open. Her crimson pupils flared, piercing through layers of walls to lock onto a suburb several kilometers away. There, in the middle of nowhere, a tall, burly silhouette had materialized without a sound.
A black sword hung at his waist. An invisible, distorting draft swirled around him, blurring his features until only the flawless proportions of his build remained distinct. With his head bowed slightly, he began a slow advance.
Flickering like a strobe light, he crossed a hundred meters in one second and vast distances the next. In under ten seconds, he stood within a kilometer of the private guild hall.
Mr. Lin, regarding the Heavenly Court—can we discuss it once more, in detail? Yao Ying, drawing on their past acquaintance, was the first to reach out via voice transmission. Two Grand Elders of our sect have arrived, and they are willing to hear you out. If you have difficulties, perhaps we can find a solution together. Surely that is better than taking the drastic step of connecting to the Heavenly Court.
Standing behind two Heaven Immortals, backed by the sect's most formidable array and an arsenal of defenses, she felt far more confident than before.
Lin Hui paused and looked up. "In other words, you want me to reconsider."
Exactly, Yao Ying pressed. You must already know that connecting to the Heavenly Court is an extremely dangerous endeavor. More than a few Heaven Immortals and Holy Spirits have died attempting it—
"Unfortunately for me," Lin Hui interrupted, his gaze lifting to the drizzling sky, "the cost of reconsidering is no less than the cost of dealing with you."