The words had hardly left his mouth.
Zhang Jing suddenly realized that the void in front of him began to ripple intensely, and then darkness engulfed his vision, the familiar surroundings instantly vanished without a trace, replaced by the endless, profound surface of a lake.
Faint sounds of surging tides could be heard by his ears.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned his surroundings.
"This is... the White Dragon Lake outside the eastern gate of the Immortal City? How is this possible?" he muttered to himself incredulously.
He had clearly been in the Blissful Immortal City just a moment ago, yet in the blink of an eye, he found himself transported outside the city.
The key issue was that he had felt nothing during this process.
What if the person who had acted just now hadn't transferred him outside the Immortal City, but had instead moved to erase him directly?
Feeling as though he had just walked through the gates of death, an unreasoning chill washed over Zhang Jing.