Crack, crack.
As they walked across the floes Fan Wushu had left behind, the sea beneath the ice was a deep blue.
The frost-white ice and deep blue sea overlapped, creating a beauty beyond the ordinary.
Zuo Guangshu silently analyzed the traces of Daoist Arts, hoping to find a way to gain the upper hand in their next clash.
Fan Wushu's ice-condensing Daoist Art was simply too effective at countering him. He had no choice but to put in a little more work.
"Let's go," Jiang Wang said.
Zuo Guangshu froze for a moment. "Where?"
"Obviously, we'll follow them and see where they're going," Jiang Wang replied as if it were only natural.
"..." Zuo Guangshu said, "You really can't kill Zhongli Yan."
Jiang Wang gave a helpless laugh. "Have you considered whether I could even kill him?"
"Then why do you want to follow them?"
"Tell me, do you know which way we should go right now?"
"No."
"But they clearly do." As Jiang Wang spoke, he had already turned around.
"Hey!" Zuo Guangshu followed after him. "But they're going after that Kui Ox! The Flowing Wave Mountain where Kui Ox lives has nothing to do with North Pole Tiangui Mountain. Besides, we don't even know where that Kui Ox flew off to!"
Jiang Wang looked at him as if he were a little fool. "You believe them?"
Zuo Guangshu thought it over. "If it's Zhongli Yan... there's a good chance!"
"...One of us is definitely a fool," Jiang Wang said. "And I still trust my judgment."
As he flew alongside Jiang Wang, Zuo Guangshu asked, "What judgment?"
Jiang Wang raised his index finger. A wisp of smoke gathered there, then coalesced into a jade-green blade of grass, its head drooping as if lost in remembrance. During the fight,