"Long Aotian!!! Die!"
Bai Lan's pupils contracted violently.
Wasn't Long Aotian hanging over that cold pool right now? Was the Child of Destiny really that lucky? Less than half an hour had passed, and someone had already rescued him?
No, it couldn't be such a coincidence.
Even if he had truly been rescued, there was no way he could have caught up to her in such a short time.
Bai Lan frowned slightly, made a save, then activated the Breath Concealment Technique and slowly approached the direction the voice had come from.
"Pah! This young master is not Long Aotian, not Long Aotian, not Long Aotian! Important things must be said three times! I! Am not! Long Aotian!" The young man's teeth-gritting voice reached Bai Lan's ears.
Certified in person by Long Aotian's number one enemy—this truly was not Long Aotian's voice.
Bai Lan relaxed slightly. Lightly and silently, she climbed a tall tree and covertly observed the situation below.
"Hmph. You are Long Aotian. I've seen your portrait—I can't be mistaken!" A man in black robes spoke coldly.
Bai Lan's gaze sharpened.
Wait, that mask on the black-robed man's face... wasn't it from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion?
Worthy of the number one assassin organization in the cultivation world. They had even infiltrated, without a sound, a secret realm within the Azure Origin Sect that only disciples could enter.
Going to such great lengths just to hunt down the Child of Destiny.
Not bad. Very good.
Seeing that villains besides herself were working so hard to deal with the protagonist, Bai Lan felt deeply gratified.
Though this assassin friend seemed to have genuinely picked the wrong person.
Seeing the assassin draw a dagger from his waist, the injured cultivator sprawled on the ground, his spiritual energy already exhausted, began to