Tracking

Watts.

Abandoned factory.

Several young people dressed in black robes poured their mental strength into the magic array.

As the array began to operate, a small teleportation gate opened.

Ruan Ziying stood nearby, focusing intently on the center of the magic array. She watched as the teleportation passage completed its construction and Fang Heng stepped through.

She recalled the last time she had seen Fang Heng; he had been a novice just entering the high-tier world. In a mere six months, he had risen to a height that even she had to look up to. He had stirred the ongoing battle between the Holy Court and the undead, and was even considered a source of a certain demonic seed.

"Fang Heng."

Ruan Ziying nodded gently at him.

It had been more than half a year since they last met, but Fang Heng appeared unchanged.