"Fellow Daoist Shen Gui, what is your true form?"
After a long silence, Yao Yue suddenly spoke.
"A turtle. Why?" As he spoke, Shen Gui looked at Yao Yue. "Hey, hey, hey, what's with that 'just as I thought' expression on your face?"
Yao Yue ignored him and merely rolled her eyes, a rare sight indeed.
What did she mean? Didn't he have any idea?
Even for a turtle, wasn't he far too tough?
Neither a late Taiyi nor a late Daluo could so much as scratch him!
Even Yao Yue, who had become as cold as ice after the calamity that destroyed her clan, felt the urge to complain for the first time in her life.
She wondered whether Ji Meng would be furious to death if he learned the truth. Yao Yue could guarantee that Ji Meng's first reaction would be exactly the same as hers, which was why he had fled without hesitation.
Still, no matter what, they had escaped the pursuit. So, after silently grumbling about why Shen Gui was so absurdly tanky, Yao Yue once again led him toward Qingmang Mountain. After all, compared to hers, Shen Gui's speed was simply too slow.
Just as Ji Meng, who had been pursuing Yao Yue and Shen Gui, was frightened into retreat by Shen Gui's performance, Bi Fang, who had been pursuing Ci Tie elsewhere, was also shaken off by Ci Tie.
This was hardly surprising. Ci Tie was an early Daluo, and Bi Fang was likewise an early Daluo. With Ci Tie determined to leave, it was difficult for Bi Fang to hold him back even with Shang Yang in tow.
Moreover, Shang Yang was no ordinary Grand Unity Golden Immortal. Even some Daluo would find Shang Yang troublesome.
In truth, Bi Fang had never expected