At that moment, a middle-aged man in a white robe descended from the sky. He swept his right hand through the air and directly caught the feathered arrow.
"Who are you? Why are you interfering in this?"
Anger showed in the black-clad man's eyes as he looked at the man in white.
"You're after musk, aren't you? To make a poison that ensnares the soul? I've been tracking you for a long time!"
The man in white looked at him and spoke with an utterly calm expression.
"Hmph, what do you want?"
A cold expression appeared on the black-clad man's face as he looked at the man in white.
"First, of course I'm here to capture you and bring you to justice."
"Second, this young elk is only two years old, no older than a mortal child, yet you could bring yourself to attack it. Looks like you really are just as the rumors say."
The man in white furrowed his brows slightly before speaking.
"Just what do the rumors say?"
"Since you know who I am, get out of my way. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
The black-clad man spoke coldly.
As soon as his voice fell, white light flashed in the man in white's hand, and a longsword instantly sprang from its sheath.
The two then began battling fiercely in the air.
Throughout the battle, Lu Qingshu did not leave. He kept his head raised, watching what was happening in the sky.
Perhaps curiosity was simply part of an elk's nature. Or perhaps he had never seen such a scene before.
He could not believe that mortals without wings could actually fly through the heavens and earth.
During the battle, a blade-light slashed toward the ground, heading straight for Lu Qingshu.
The man in white