A wall of leaves blocked Li Chang's attack, and in the next instant, a figure appeared before Liu Haotian and the other two.
Liu Haotian respectfully stepped forward and said:
"Master! You came?"
True Lord Qingzhu cast a somewhat disdainful glance at his disciple and said:
"Haotian, how did you end up in such a sorry state?"
Liu Haotian immediately replied:
"Master, City Lord Li ambushed us. Before that, we captured several evil cultivators."
Liu Haotian did not elaborate on the specifics, only mentioning the crucial points.
True Lord Qingzhu wore a green-patterned robe. With a sweep of his sleeve, he sent the three of them to one side. A jade flute appeared in his hand, and he raised it to his lips. A melodious, winding tune instantly echoed through the entire forest.
Li Chang's expression changed. True Lord Qingzhu excelled in sound attacks, and his melodies struck directly at the divine soul—they were no easy thing to handle. His figure flashed as he evaded the first wave of sound attacks and chose to flee at once. Since victory was not assured, there was no need to linger.
Disdain flickered across True Lord Qingzhu's handsome face. He gave a cold snort and said:
"He runs quite fast."
Then he turned and admonished Liu Haotian with the frustration of one disappointed by iron that refused to become steel:
"Haotian, how many times has your master told you? Stop fiddling with that compass all the time. Study musical arts more. My sound techniques form formations through melody—aren't they far stronger than your laborious formation setups?"
Liu Haotian swallowed a healing pill. His face was still somewhat pale, but he nevertheless answered earnestly:
"Master's lesson is correct. However, this disciple was fortuitously transported to the Mortal Realm this time, where I underwent some