Blossoms Again?

Blossoms Again? Shen Hui stared at the utterly empty ground and muttered to himself:

"You still got away in the end."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, making as if to pick up the little shovel.

But halfway there, he suddenly spun around.

Sword light erupted, stabbing straight into the ground.

The ground had been smashed into several hollows by the Gold-Armored Corpse, yet it had now returned to normal. Had Shen Hui not noticed beforehand, he might never have detected anything amiss.

Just as the sword tip touched the soil, the ground suddenly puckered, wrinkling like human skin.

Immediately afterward, a cloaked figure rolled out from within, narrowly dodging the sword.

The old man knelt on one knee. A hole had already been pierced through his cloak, black smoke still curling from the tear.

He raised his head, his face twisted with fury, and pointed at Shen Hui as he cursed:

"You sly little beast! Since you insist on courting death today, I shall grant your wish!"

With that, he stroked the leather pouch at his waist and shouted:

"True Lord, aid me! Slay this fiend!"

Shen Hui was startled.

Another True Lord?

He immediately withdrew his sword to guard himself and focused his mind in vigilance.

A flash of golden light shone from the mouth of the pouch, followed by a sudden gale.

Shen Hui took a step back. Just as he was wondering whether he ought to run, he saw a golden bird emerge from the pouch.

The bird resembled a golden eagle, its wingspan stretching more than ten feet.

Before Shen Hui could get a clear look, the great bird extended its sharp claws and seized the old man by the shoulder.

With a beat of its wings, it shot into the sky, swift as a