That down-and-out fugitive was trying to escape, and I wouldn't dare chase him. Several of his fellow disciples were still ahead. I'd better wait until Old Sun and the others arrived before going ahead to help Li Jiansheng.
But I found it strange. Why was it that the Southern Daoist Sect should have received the news first, yet the Eastern reclusive Daoist sects had arrived ahead of them? The order seemed to have been thrown into chaos. Had something gone wrong somewhere along the way?
Li Jiansheng's situation wasn't looking good either. The old man was badly wounded and definitely couldn't beat Zu Yun. If Fu Qingyun turned around and struck back, Old Li would be done for. At that thought, I didn't dare linger for even a moment. I shrank the earth beneath my feet and hurried back to call for reinforcements—or go help the Southern Daoist Sect first.
Halfway there, I finally found Sun Xinping, Yu Tianxiao, and the others. But they were in the middle of a fierce battle!
A group of elderly men dressed like Taoists was fighting them with spells. Both sides were trading blows, using their most powerful moves. Although Sun Xinping and Yu Tianxiao were strong, they seemed to be a notch weaker than their opponents and were being beaten back step by step!
Never mind rushing to their aid—even saving themselves would probably be impossible now!
"Everyone from the Northern Daoist Sect!" I roared.
As expected, the group all turned to look at me. Sun Xinping and the others breathed a sigh of relief. That shout had been like a savior from beyond the heavens—they had already been barely holding on.
"From the Southern Daoist Sect?" the leading man asked coldly.
"May I ask, seniors from the Northern Daoist Sect, why did