Xie'er glanced at Mo Tian, snorted lightly, and with a flash of light, transformed into a palm-sized silver scorpion, stopping on Liu Ming's shoulder.
Liu Ming reached out to gently stroke the silver scorpion, then waved his hand to cast a sword incantation. The void sword sphere transformed into a streak of golden sword light, lifting his body, and with a flicker of movement, tore through the sky ahead.
He hadn't flown far before the silver flesh wings on his back unfurled, and the speed of the sword light increased substantially.
At full speed, he vanished into the endless wind and snow within moments.
Liu Ming didn't notice that, after he departed, amidst the snowy sky over the emerald-blue lake, a crack suddenly appeared. From within emerged a fist-sized white eyeball, which spun around, gazing in the direction Liu Ming disappeared before blinking a few times and retreating back into the snowstorm.
