Daoist Lu Ya had no time to concern himself with Ling Qing. This was his first achievement since descending the mountain; if he failed at the very end, calamities would likely stretch on endlessly for him, leaving him no peace.
Seeing Daoist Lingguan about to vanish from sight, he flashed forward to give chase.
"Daoist Lu Ya, don't be so arrogant!"
Ling Qing reached out, seized the Daoist robe from his body, and gave it a shake in midair. It transformed into a scroll of formation diagrams.
Myriad starlights flickered, seeking to trap that rainbow streak within them.
Within the rainbow light, Daoist Lu Ya's expression changed at the sight. He could no longer spare thought for pursuing Daoist Lingguan and reclaiming the arrow scroll, turning to flee instead.
Ling Qing did not pursue him. He merely pulled another robe out from the starlight and draped it over himself before heading straight back to the Cheng Tang camp.
At this time, Zhao Gongming was languishing in the rear camp, awaiting death, while Wen Zhong and the others sighed mournfully at his side.
Then they heard Xin Huan report, "Grand Preceptor, Daoist Daoguan has returned. He is carrying a straw effigy and says he can save Daoist Zhao."
Wen Zhong froze at those words. He exchanged a glance with Zhao Gongming and said, "Could it be...?"
He hurriedly instructed Xin Huan, "Quickly, invite him in."
Before long, Daoist Lingguan entered the tent with Xin Huan.
Wen Zhong and Zhao Gongming looked at the straw effigy and scroll in his hands and asked expectantly, "Is this the Nail-Head Seven Arrows book?"
Daoist Lingguan nodded. "It is."
Wen Zhong was overjoyed. "Quickly, use it to save Brother Zhao."
As he spoke, he reached out to take it.
"No rush." Daoist Lingguan shifted aside