Lancang River.
An evasive light tore through the sky.
It then plunged rapidly, the evasive light transforming into a boat as it landed upon the broad river's surface.
Luo Chen stood atop the small boat, a puzzled look on his face.
"This should be the place, right?"
The token Tian Xingzi had left him was, in truth, a mid-grade puppet.
Its functions were unusual. It could monitor things in place of a cultivator, and it could also serve as a guide.
When they had attacked the Duan Family's Little Huan Mountain, Luo Chen had suspended it high in the night sky to overlook the entire battlefield.
Afterward, he had kept it on his person, and it had never shown any sign of activity.
He had never expected it to react so suddenly today.
Following the Pentagram Puppet's guidance, he had come all the way to a stretch of the Lancang River downstream from Great River Market.
Yet he saw no sign of Tian Xingzi.
"Where is he?"
Just as he was wondering, the rushing waters suddenly surged with violent force.
Luo Chen's expression changed. Standing upon the flying boat, he retreated upstream.
A massive whirlpool abruptly formed.
The next moment, a figure slowly emerged from within it.
The moment he saw that familiar face, Luo Chen's heart shook violently, and he blurted out in shock.
"Mi Shuhua!"
The old man with his eyes closed was unmistakably an old friend Luo Chen knew exceedingly well.
The master of the Mountain Shattering Gang, Foundation Establishment True Cultivator—Mi Shuhua!
At that instant, Luo Chen faced a great enemy and nearly turned to flee.
But he quickly sensed that something was wrong.
"Not Mi Shuhua? A puppet?"
"Fellow Daoist, what sharp eyes!"
A clear voice rang out. Then another figure emerged from the whirlpool.