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The wind howled around him as the golden-sashed disciple plunged through the clouds, his white-and-gold robes snapping like whips in the roaring gale. The pavilion above vanished into mist, but he paid it no mind—his eyes were locked, hawk-like, on Xiao Fang walking the forest path below.
"Finally," he breathed, excitement cutting through his voice. "You've shown yourself."
Below, Xiao Fang stopped mid-step and slowly raised his head. The air seemed to still around him. His senses, even sharper now since becoming a Divine Realm cultivator, rippled outward like unseen waves.
"Fang?" Xiao Hei asked, glancing at him.
"What is it?" Xun Wei murmured, following his gaze.
Li Xiang did the same.
There was nothing at first, but then they saw it.
"Look, there!" Xiao Hei pointed.
