This voice carried endless sorrow and heart-wrenching pain that spread everywhere. Thunder couldn't suppress it and the wind and rain couldn't conceal it.
As lightning flashed, a disheveled figure rushed out of the Wood Spirit Race's territory crazily.
This figure was an old man.
His eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered in tears. His body trembled uncontrollably as he rushed towards the county capital with all his might.
The wind and rain became even heavier, pouring down the entire night.
It only began to slow down at dawn. The world was filled with hazy mist and the clouds in the sky dissipated slightly. The rising sun seemed weak, and the dim yellow light barely illuminated the world.
Outside the Prison Department, in a Sword Pavilion, Xu Qing opened his eyes. After ending a night of cultivation, he stood up and walked out of the Sword Pavilion.
He walked in the light rain.
"I will continue to search for the origin of the golden light in the Sword Holding Palace's library. It's a pity that the little boy from D132 cannot communicate; otherwise, he should know some clues about the golden thread."
"However, I can confirm it with him after I find a clue."
Xu Qing mumbled inwardly. He then rose into the air and headed straight for the Sword Holding Palace.
Very soon, he stepped onto the wet green stone platform at the edge of the Sword Holding Palace. Just as he was about to walk toward the library, his expression suddenly changed. He abruptly turned his head and looked at the distant world.
At that moment, an old man with bloodshot eyes and an extremely mournful expression was flying crazily toward the Sword Holding Palace.
As he flew, he continued to let out mournful roars.
"Xu Qing, Xu Qing, Xu Qing!"
His voice was extremely loud. Not only did it contain his cultivation energy, but he also seemed to have used all his strength to shout the name.
It was the old man from Panquan Road.
He didn't know Xu Qing's exact location, but he knew that Xu Qing was a Sword Holder. Therefore, he resorted to shouting when he got close. However, this was the county capital. He had long lost his sense of propriety, and before he could get close, he was immediately locked on by numerous divine senses and couldn't move forward.
The old man from Panquan Road's hair was disheveled as he searched for Xu Qing. However, he couldn't spot him at the Sword Holding Palace in the distance. Standing in the wind and rain, he gazed at the unfamiliar county capital, and shouted with a mix of grief and indignation.
"Xu Qing! Come out!"
His shout spread in all directions, causing many Sword Holders to frown. Several patrolling Sword Holders walked toward him solemnly.
"Who's making a ruckus!"
"I am looking for Xu Qing. I beg you, please bring me to him. I have a huge matter to discuss with Xu Qing!!"
"You don't have to be anxious. Just wait here. Someone will inform you." The Sword Holder, who had walked in front of the old man from Panquan Road and stopped him, noticed the madness in the other party's eyes and comforted him while being vigilant.
In the Sword Holding Palace, Xu Qing looked at the old man who was stopped in the distance and recognized him. They weren't close, and the old man's appearance was sudden and unexpected.
Just as Xu Qing was thinking, the voice of the old man from Panquan Road, who was stopped in the distance, rang out again.
"There's no time, there's no time." As he spoke, the old man, who had completely lost his mind, charged forward.
"Xu Qing, Xu Qing, where are you? Help me, help me!!! The golden thread on your body…"
The old man's body trembled and blood seemed to be about to drip from his eyes as he shouted crazily. This time, almost as soon as his voice rang out, a violent wind suddenly swept over from the Sword Holding Palace.
Xu Qing instantly appeared in front of the old man, and lifted his right hand to signal the Sword Holders in the surroundings to stand down.
The surrounding Sword Holders respectfully bowed to Xu Qing and dispersed. Xu Qing didn't have the mind to return the greeting right now. He stared at the old man from Panquan Road and hurriedly spoke.
"The golden thread on my body?"
Looking at Xu Qing, the old man from Panquan Road stepped forward and grabbed him while shouting anxiously.
"Xu Qing, come with me. We need to save Ling'er!"
Xu Qing dodged and coldly looked at the crazy old man in front of him.
"Speak clearly!"
The old man's face was haggard and he had an anxious expression. However, he had also regained some rationality at this moment. He knew that Xu Qing didn't know what Ling'er had done at all. With the other party's cautiousness, it was impossible for him to leave with him just like that.
"Xu Qing, the golden thread on your body is Ling'er's life. In order to save you, she's already on the verge of death!!"
"There's no time to waste here. Come with me. I'll tell you on the way!"
With that, the old man from Panquan Road flew away rapidly.
Xu Qing's mind shook.
The golden thread on his wrist was his secret. Only he knew how much the golden thread had done for him. He had never shared this information with anyone before. As he thought about how the old man knew about it, even though there were still unknowns surrounding this matter, he couldn't calm down and his breathing turned slightly hurried.
With a step, Xu Qing rushed out and caught up to the old man from Panquan Road. As he sped along with the other party, he quickly spoke.
"Ling'er's life? Ling'er? The one who appeared on Merfolk Island?"
Xu Qing didn't have much of an impression of the name Ling'er. Back then on Merfolk Island, a young girl had given him many activated anomalous substances but he had only met her once. He hadn't seen her since.
"You don't even know who Ling'er is…" The old man from Panquan Road laughed bitterly. His expression revealed endless sorrow and a sense of absurdity rose in his heart.
"Silly girl, you're really a silly girl. How can there be a silly girl like you in this world…"
