Ling Yan remained calm and said softly, "Every encounter is both accidental and inevitable.
In cultivation, it is only natural to cross paths with fellow Daoists outside one's master's sect.
We have encountered no turmoil along the way. Only upon nearing Lingxi Wuling did we witness this battle. There must be some profound mystery behind it."
She turned to look at the battlefield ahead, where thunder roared:
"Junior brothers and sisters, wait here for now. I will go take a look first."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Yan lightly tapped the ground beneath her feet. In an instant, she crossed the battle zone where wind and lightning intertwined, blocking the Nine-Headed Lion's path.
The Nine-Headed Lion's expression changed drastically.
This Daoist had appeared without warning. He had not even detected the slightest fluctuation of qi.
Anyone capable of that was surely far stronger than him.
Before he could change his move, Ling Yan had already raised a hand and lightly pressed downward through the air.
An invisible tremendous force descended upon him, crushing the Nine-Headed Lion to the ground and leaving him unable to move.
The heavens changed abruptly!
The gale ceased, the rushing thunder dispersed, and the barrier formed from wood spirit energy vanished.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Guichenzi's heart jolted. He withdrew his lightning and clasped his fists in a bow.
"Guichenzi of the Human Race greets you, Senior!"
"There is no need for such courtesy, little friend."
Ling Yan raised a hand, signaling for Guichenzi not to be so restrained. "I am Ling Yan, a Direct Disciple of Ancestor of Script's Sect.
This place is already near Lingxi Wuling. My master will soon preach the Dao there. It would be rather inappropriate for the two of you to fight so fiercely."
Ling Yan had not