Tianshan Tonglao was truly furious now. He had checked her pulse just to inspect that? No wonder people in the martial world called him a lecherous, womanizing rogue. Today, she had truly seen it for herself.
Her furious roar quickly drew over Daoist Buping and his group, who had been searching for them. At first, Song Qingshu admired how quickly they had covered the ground. Then he thought again: he had spent so long here with Tianshan Tonglao that it was practically a tortoise-and-hare race. Though their lightness skills were far inferior to his, they had kept pursuing them, so it was only natural they had caught up by now.
"Brat, let's see where you can run now!" Daoist Buping and the others caught up. Seeing that Song Qingshu was only a young man, they could not help letting out a breath of relief. At such a young age, no matter how skilled he was, he could not be that formidable.
As for his impressive lightness skills, Daoist Buping did not take them too seriously. In the martial world, it was all too common for people to possess excellent movement techniques but mediocre martial arts—like Yun Zhonghe of the Four Great Evils, or that young master surnamed Duan they had encountered some time ago.
Earlier, Tianshan Tonglao had found these island and cave masters utterly detestable. Yet now, she suddenly found them much more pleasing to the eye. Though reason told her that their martial arts were far beneath that bastard's, they could at least cause him some trouble.
Seeing that bastard land in trouble would make her happy.
But just as she was congratulating herself on her clever scheme, the smile on her face suddenly stiffened. That shameless man pointed at her and said, "Hey, hey, hey, weren't you