The four women immediately dared not think further. Lin Hanyan murmured, "Grand Elder Wenren... Grand Elder Wenren can't possibly be in trouble!"
Zhao Juanjuan said, still somewhat dazed, "That's right... Senior Wenren's cultivation is so high. Even if he lost, he could still escape..."
Shen Yinchen forced down her panic and nodded hard. "The images in the water mirror just now were all fake!"
Chen Jingmeng quickly echoed, "Right! Fake! Fake! They have to be fake..."
The next day.
A fine drizzle fell.
The thin rain, fine as ox hairs, fell from the high heavens. As it neared the flying vessel, the protective formation immediately turned it aside, gathering it into trickling streams that slipped down to the earth.
The flying vessel's deck.
Pei Ling stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly into the distance.
With the great battle imminent, he had to maintain his peak condition at all times. Naturally, he could no longer go and experience the Innate Religion's Bliss of the Mortal World...
Just then, a graceful figure flew over from afar.
Her eyes were bewitching, her body swaying like a snake. It was none other than Hua Yurán, whom Pei Ling had sent to deliver his challenge letter to the Lord of Yanxi City!
Whoosh!
Hua Yurán soon passed through the formation and landed lightly on the flying vessel.
Seeing Pei Ling, she immediately stepped forward to pay her respects, her every movement radiating charm. "Master, your concubine has not failed you. I have delivered the challenge letter to the Lord of Yanxi City!"
Pei Ling gave a slight nod, then asked, "Time and place?"
He did not ask whether the Lord of Yanxi City had accepted his challenge. Only when he had first challenged the emperor of the Liulan Dynasty had he