Just as Fang Mo repeatedly unleashed Goryū Tenmetsu,
and was about to use it as a lead-in to blast the Joyful Union Hall's sect master into dust,
a cry for help suddenly came from not far away. The voice sounded clear and childish, carrying an indescribable tension and panic.
"Save me, save me, Immortal! Save me!"
"...Hm?"
Fang Mo had not intended to bother with it. After all, he really did not have a habit of saving people while fighting.
Whenever he wanted to fight, he usually charged in on impulse. If someone pissed him off enough, he would casually throw around map-wide attacks. As for his teammates, if they survived, that was good enough; if they died, that was fine too...
Of course, that was not to say Fang Mo was heartless or anything.
He simply had plenty of resurrection methods. Once the fight was over, he could just revive them afterward.
Otherwise, he would have to keep distracting himself to protect them. That would make neither fighting nor showing off satisfying, so it was better to revive them after everything was completely over.
But this situation was a little different.
That was because the voice sounded timid. Whether it was the tone itself or the emotions mixed into it, it felt like it had come from a child who had not grown up yet.
So Fang Mo subconsciously turned to look.
And when he did, he really spotted a delicate little girl among those cultivators.
She wore a Taoist Robe from the Nine Heavens Refining Together Sect, but because she was petite and frail, it looked especially oversized on her.
The little girl had neat features, fair and tender skin, and soft black hair that fell past her shoulders. Her overall demeanor seemed somewhat weak. Judging solely by