By this point, Laughing Monk knew he'd kicked an iron plate. He didn't dare say another word. He grabbed his badly wounded companion and fled into the distance without looking back.
"Laughing Monk sure ran fast!" Hao Shuai laughed as he watched the two vanish in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't that Laughing Monk lacked courage. Hao Shuai had genuinely frightened him.
Hao Shuai had caught his supposedly indestructible Invisible Flying Sword in one hand. That alone might have been understandable; Laughing Monk thought even his master could manage it.
But stopping the sword with his bare body, then shattering it—
That was damn terrifying!
As far as Laughing Monk knew, he'd never seen anyone do such a thing. Not even the sect leader and his grand-uncle, whom he idolized, could manage it.
So, to save his own skin, Laughing Monk didn't even dare go through the usual routine of making threats when he couldn't win. He only wanted to get away, hoping to escape Hao Shuai alive.
What he didn't know was that Hao Shuai hadn't intended to kill him at all. Given Hao Shuai's current strength, killing Laughing Monk would have felt like a grown man picking on a child.
Otherwise, how could Laughing Monk possibly have escaped Hao Shuai?
After sending Laughing Monk on his way, Hao Shuai went to a rocky valley shrouded in poisonous miasma and demonic mist. He sat down outside it and waited for the Script Spider to emerge.
Time passed slowly, and soon it was noon. Gazing at the cloudless blue sky on this Dragon Boat Festival day, with its gentle breeze and warm sun, Hao Shuai muttered, "Wasn't the Script Spider supposed to emerge after a thunderstorm at noon on the Dragon Boat Festival? It doesn't look like