Wen Wuyu looked around. The various ghost tribe chieftains were a great distance away from them, not coming close, but it would be no easy feat for her to slip away.
Although the ghost tribes possessed no inherited cultivation techniques, their own bloodlines were powerful. The lower-tier little yakshas that could be found everywhere looking for odd jobs had once been members of the Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragons. Upon reaching adulthood, even without techniques, as long as their bloodlines awakened, their strength was truly astonishing!
Wen Wuyu sighed, her expression calming. Her footsteps fell upon the lake surface as she followed Chen Shi toward the distance.
Since she knew this battle was unavoidable, she would not engage in any meaningless verbal sparring.
Furthermore, she was extremely curious to what extent the Child Scholar, whose Innate Dao Embryo had been excised, who had been dead for eight years and resurrected without a divine embryo, could go.
She walked across the lake, her figure lithe and graceful, the calm water mirroring her reflection.
She wore a curved-hem quju robe, long and well-fitting, the skirt hem resting on the water without accumulating a single drop of moisture.
Wen Wuyu maintained her composure, but in her reflection upon the lake, five-colored radiances emerged behind her, shifting as she moved. Beneath the lake, a behemoth seemed to be shifting right along with her, causing the lake surface behind her to gradually swell upward.
The two advanced, separated by a mere mile or so.
The lake surface behind Wen Wuyu swelled higher and higher, completely silent, yet the sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger.
Li Tianqing and the others stood by the lake. The water level of the lake in front of them grew lower and lower, for all of it had flowed behind Wen