The sight before them was nothing short of mystical, an enchanting scene capable of capturing the gaze of anyone who laid eyes upon it.
"Goodbye," Xi Muyao said, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion as he turned toward his residence.
Yet, despite his fatigue, a flicker of curiosity burned within his eyes—an anticipation he couldn't suppress.
If the external appearance of his residence was this exquisite, then surely, the interior would not disappoint.
WHOOSH!
In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished into the spatial bubble, leaving behind nothing but the faint ripples of energy dispersing in the air.
Outside, Xiao Ming and Tan Jingfan were momentarily stunned.
They could no longer sense Xi Muyao's presence, as if he had never existed in this space at all.
Even Xiao Ming, despite his profound abilities, found himself unable to detect any trace of the spatial bubble's mechanics.