"Whew—whew—finally escaped—"
Shen Le summoned a fresh breeze and shot into the sky, then flew outward with all his might. He did not dare fly too low, nor did he dare fly in a straight line—what if they calculated his trajectory in advance and shot him down with an arrow?
He chose a direction far from human habitation and close to the water, then sped off at top speed. He flew over the water in one breath, then swiftly lowered his head and glanced below:
Thank goodness, thank goodness. No one had drawn a bow and nocked an arrow; no one was trying to shoot him down. That Daoist had already been left far behind and was nowhere to be seen. Shen Le did not know whether the man could not fly or was simply bad at it, but in any case, he had not caught up.
Dou Jiande, however, had swung himself onto a horse and galloped to the water's edge. He seemed to have shouted something loudly at Shen Le. The distance was too great for Shen Le to hear him clearly. After shouting a few times, Dou Jiande stopped and bent deeply at the waist in a long bow.
After thinking it over, Shen Le vigorously waved an arm at him. Seeing no response from the other side, he thought for a moment, activated the Palm Thunder, and crackled off a few bursts.
Dou Jiande was so startled that he stared up at Shen Le for a while, then dropped to his knees with a thump—he knelt down—he actually knelt down—
Hey, what are you doing?!
Dou Jiande's kneeling startled Shen Le as well. The vortex of wind gathered around him wobbled, nearly shaking him out of the air. Once he steadied himself and looked closely, he