513. BINDS

Noah's figure streaked across the skies as he felt the presences of the royal knights withdraw. They had come earlier than expected. It did not bother him however, he was going to leave to begin with.

His legs moved rapidly as he ran many times the speed of sound, his mind was capable of keeping up with that speed since he could create a platform or make one huge one.

Miles away from the city he decided to take care of something he had started only a few hours prior.

The white light of teleportation wrapped his figure and he disappeared from the sky. The streak he created coming to an abrupt end.

Arriving within the whiteness of the cultivation room, Noah waltzed in without the slightest hesitation. He had kept a higher-stage expert within it, but he walked in without fretting.

"How are you enjoying your binds? They are made from an energy that is capable of killing you," Noah's tone was calm, and his gaze light.