The night was as dark as ink.
The clamor of the celebration had finally dispersed completely.
The immense protective light-shield of Feihong Immortal City rippled with subtle waves that ordinary people could hardly perceive, in the brief interval when the hours of Zi and Chou shifted.
Three strands of extremely concealed Escape Light slipped out of the city in that gap, heading straight toward the northeast.
They were Xiaoqiao, Qin Chuan, and Zhang Zhiwei.
They did not ride any conspicuous Flying Spiritual Artifact, but flew by relying on their own Magical Power; their speed was not fast, and they appeared particularly cautious.
Almost at the same time they left the city.
A Vermilion Toad flashed past from the shadows of Li Ji'an's Dao Field and plunged straight into the earth below.
Li Ji'an and Ning Sujin stood side by side on the highest pavilion of the Dao Field.
The window lattice was slightly open, and the night wind drifted in.
