After a brief moment of shock, Li Yang flew into a rage. He gripped the long spear in his hand and charged forward, swiftly rushing past Li Qingqiu.
When he reached the Xi River, he leaped across it and used his lightness skills to give chase, quickly vanishing into the woods in the distance.
Watching the nervous craftsmen, Li Qingqiu smiled and said, "I'm very satisfied with the mountain gate and the stone statues. You may leave."
With that, he turned and headed in the direction Li Yang had gone. His pace was unhurried.
Meanwhile.
Li Yang raced through the forest, his eyes sharp and his fury impossible to conceal.
Whoosh—
The sound of an arrow splitting the air came from ahead. He tilted his head and dodged it, and at almost the same moment, caught sight of the archer.
The man was dressed like a hunter, though his face was covered by a black cloth. He stood on a branch with his bow drawn. When his arrow missed, he turned and fled. His lightness skills were no weaker than Li Yang's; he leaped swiftly from tree to tree like a nimble monkey in the mountains.
Li Yang chased him for several miles, but couldn't close the gap. In his fury, he suddenly hurled his long spear.
The man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and nimbly dodged it. The spear sank into a tree trunk.
As Li Yang passed the tree, he leaped up and plucked the spear free in one smooth motion, then continued the chase.
But his strength and Internal Energy were not endless. When he began to pant, his anger ebbed as well.
Then his fury flared right back up. As soon as he slowed down, the other man slowed too, even