"If there is an immortal in these woods, I beg the immortal to save me!"
It was a woman's voice, frantic and panicked. Ye Tian sensed that she was very close to him, and drawing ever nearer, as though she were fleeing for her life.
Then, in the very next instant, the owner of that voice appeared before Ye Tian.
She was a woman dressed in red, panic-stricken, tears streaming down her face like rain upon pear blossoms.
The instant Ye Tian saw her, she saw him as well. She hurriedly threw herself toward him and cried out loudly.
"Immortal, I beg you to save me!"
Before Ye Tian could refuse, two flying swords shot out from the Peach Blossom Forest, stabbing straight at his face.
He had no choice but to dodge aside. With a casual motion, he used the blue talisman he had only recently comprehended and blasted the two flying swords away.
"I had long heard that the Peach Blossom Forest contained a Peach Blossom Immortal, and that the Peach Blossom Immortal possessed extraordinary skill. Now that I have had the fortune to see you, you have not disappointed my expectations."
It was a magnetic voice. Its owner rode a flying sword through the air, his snow-white robes fluttering wildly in the wind.
"I am not the Peach Blossom Immortal."
Ye Tian said coldly. He was not some warmhearted fool who would fight a great battle for the sake of rescuing a woman he had encountered by chance. Never mind the opponent's strength—his clothing and magical artifacts alone showed that he had come with ill intent.
"This vast Peach Blossom Forest—you say you are not the Peach Blossom Immortal, but who would believe it? Could you possibly find a second person here?"
The man laughed. He looked