Li Yuren's words carried a hint of provocation, but Flying Peng True Immortal did not take them seriously.
He merely smiled. "A friendship spanning so many years cannot possibly be outweighed by a couple of remarks. Fellow Daoist, you truly deserve to be called someone who understands Elegant Accent."
His words disparaged great clans, as though only those from such backgrounds would excel at sowing discord.
Li Yuren was unmoved. He merely said blandly, "If I were you, I'd start thinking about what words you want to leave behind."
Flying Peng True Immortal froze for a moment. "Last words? Or are you planning to cancel the ransom?"
"What last words?" Li Yuren rolled his eyes. "It's just that the ransom may be delayed for a very long time."
The next day, the drizzle still fell without pause. However, as noon approached, Qu Jianlei and Jing Yuexin's expressions suddenly turned serious.
The four Nascent Soul cultivators had been hanging their heads in dejection, but at this sight, they could not help perking up.
The next moment, Jing Yuexin sent out her divine sense. "Since you're already here, Fellow Daoist, why hide yourself?"
Immediately afterward, a hearty laugh came from a hundred kilometers away. "What impressive methods!"
Though the laughing person was far away, his voice was not loud. It was condensed without dispersing, aimed directly at the Mobile Palace, as though he were speaking beside their ears.
And in the time it took to say that one sentence, the distance closed by nearly half again.
In the blink of an eye, a mass of White Mist cut through the rain and arrived before the Mobile Palace.
The White Mist stopped, revealing people shrouded in moisture. There were three men and one woman, all with Nascent Soul cultivation.
Tianyu True Immortal was