A reminder
At that moment, Lü Yiming still could hardly believe what had just happened. By rights, he shouldn't have been far behind Lu Xiaotian. There had only been a short distance between them, and even if Lu Xiaotian had arrived a little earlier, it couldn't have been by much—less than half an incense stick's time.
In that less than half an incense stick's time, Lu Xiaotian had not only made the journey himself but had also defeated three True Immortals from the Mukun Immortal Region single-handedly. He had even beaten Lin Xingshan into a pulp. To accomplish all that without inflicting any serious injury, the difference in their strength clearly wasn't a small one; Lu Xiaotian had held an overwhelming advantage. Lü Yiming knew the strength of True Immortals like Yun Chongyi, and none of them had shown any sign of fighting in earnest.
"It was only luck. Our three fellow Daoists from the Mukun Immortal Region were humble and gracious, and they held back a great deal of their strength," Lu Xiaotian said.
Lü Yiming, and even Yun Chongyi and the others, couldn't help laughing at Lu Xiaotian's words.
"Sect Master, this may lead to more trouble. I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate for me to stay in the sect." Lu Xiaotian raised a hand and sent the thoroughly satisfied Voidspace Ants, Little Fire Crow, and the other little creatures into the Demon-Suppressing Tower, then turned to Yun Chongyi.
"Quite right. I've heard a little about Lin Xingshan. His family doesn't pay him much heed, and at his age, he's about reached the limit of his cultivation. But he hasn't lived all these years for nothing; he has a few close friends who are nothing but a pack of foxes and dogs. And it wouldn't be difficult for