Why Ask for a Fistfight

At the house on Parrot Continent, a green-robed figure and the woman in red suddenly vanished. Young Taoist Priest and Liu Chicheng exchanged a glance. That move of Chen Ping'an's was no simple trick.

Li Huai was picking meat from his teeth with a toothpick, seemingly oblivious. If he couldn't understand something, there was no point dwelling on it.

Liu Chicheng, however, was startled. He asked curiously, "Young Fellow Daoist, when did Chen Ping'an learn to conjure a world at will?"

As for the strange phenomenon brought about by a few casual words from Li Baoping, Liu Chicheng had no interest in it whatsoever.

Young Taoist Priest picked up a large mouthful of food and chewed the fish, his cheeks bulging. He revealed the secret in a sentence: "It isn't an immortal art that depends on cultivation realm. It's the Natal Divine Ability of one of the boy's flying swords. Over at the Sword Qi Great Wall, they had every sort of strange flying sword. Chen Ping'an was the Yin Guan, too. No need to make a fuss, Fellow Daoist Liu."

Young Taoist Priest lifted his chopsticks again and tossed them casually. The pair streaked through the courtyard like flying swords. A moment later, he caught them, frowned faintly, and prodded the scant half of a braised carp left on the plate. He had meant to locate the barrier of the Small World, then tell Liu Chicheng, See that? A Sword Qi barrier. I broke it with a flick of my hand. But this young Yin Guan's Small World was strangely unlike any other. It seemed to have bypassed the River of Time altogether. It wasn't that Young Taoist Priest truly couldn't find a trace of it; doing so would amount to challenging him with a sword, and the cost