"Light-Colored Yuan Lord and Sword-Wielding Dao Lord are both here?" I was astonished. There was no need to mention Sword-Wielding Lord—I had sparred with him before, and his swordsmanship was superb. He was a formidable sword immortal. As for his senior sister, Light-Colored Yuan Lord, her swordsmanship was only slightly inferior to her senior brother's. Both were rare experts.
"That's right. I calculated my disciple's predicament long ago. As it happened, the north was caught in a convergence of turbulent forces, so I brought along my inept junior sister and junior brother. It could also be considered one of our rare ventures into the mortal world in all these years." Li Baiyun stroked his round little chin, looking especially amusing.
"I wonder if Daoist Raging Immortal came as well?" I asked again. If even Daoist Raging Immortal had come, then this battle would practically be foolproof. With four extraordinarily powerful Heavenly Dao experts helping us, our elite forces would almost double.
Li Baiyun, however, put his hands on his hips and burst out laughing. "Young friend, are you planning to take advantage of all of us leaving and send your disciples to empty out the books of my White Cloud Sword Sect?"
"I wouldn't dare." I laughed along. Li Baiyun replied, "Raging Immortal is guarding the mountain. Besides, with his temperament, not only would he be unable to help much, it would be better to leave him at the White Cloud Sword Sect."
Xijun looked at him with a very strange expression. Li Baiyun tilted his head and glanced at her with his large eyes. "Little girl, why are you staring at this old man?"
"Er... nothing... I was just curious. Why do you look so... so young?" Xijun was actually very curious by nature. She had been that way