The Qian Family retreated.
All along the way, Qian Zhongxuan could not make sense of it. Where had that spell come from?
Monster Hunters were supposed to be poor at spells.
"Could that old bastard Yu Changlin have acted personally?"
Qian Zhongxuan shook his head. "No. The Lingli was far too weak. It doesn't even seem to be at late-stage Qi Refining."
But with such a low cultivation level, how could the spell have been cast from so far away?
Qian Zhongxuan racked his brains without finding an answer. All he could do was curse inwardly:
Well played, Yu Changlin. So you had this trick hidden up your sleeve. How insidious!
Yet only Elder Yu knew that he had been wronged this time, because the truly insidious one was not him...
Seeing the Qian Family retreat, Mo Hua stood up and dusted off his clothes, his face beaming.
"The Fireball Technique is so much fun!"
Elder Yu looked at him in a new light as well. He patted Mo Hua's small shoulder and praised, "Not bad. You've got a decent handle on spells!"
He did not want to praise him too extravagantly, lest he appear ignorant.
Having received praise, Mo Hua smiled even more happily, then asked:
"What other tricks does the Qian Family have up their sleeve?"
Elder Yu said, "Don't think too highly of that old thing Qian Zhongxuan. For that little brain of his to come up with this method is already unprecedented. Next comes a head-on brawl, and he'll be in for it."
At daybreak the next day, the Qian Family cultivators returned.
Sure enough, just as Elder Yu had said, Qian Zhongxuan had no new tricks. He could only honestly form up his men and fight head-on.
Qian Zhongxuan cursed Elder Yu bloody in his