You Gongquan hovered in midair, sword in hand, looking quite puzzled.
Judging by his attire, the young man below was dressed entirely like a savage, but his complexion was fair and his manners were deeply disciplined, making others hesitate to treat him with contempt.
At that moment You Gongquan also spotted the source of the trouble.
An ugly, grayish-black giant bird lay with folded wings upon a rock about half a person's height behind the young man. Its demeanor was listless, yet it still stretched out its long neck to nuzzle against the young man's back. Seeing this posture, who could fail to know this bird was a tamed creature?
He glanced coldly to the side, where a figure lay collapsed, dead or alive, presumably the fellow who had sent up the signal. Further away, the Zhao brothers had stood up one after the other. They seemed uninjured, yet their complexions were both pale, as if they had suffered a great fright.
The two also saw You Gongquan suspended overhead and rejoiced. One of them immediately said, "Immortal Master You, this fellow's sword is formidable!"
The other also said, "He has soul-frightening sorcery!"
You Gongquan nodded. His sword light converged and he landed on the ground, not rushing to strike. He had no sect lineage, relying entirely on an unyielding disposition to climb from a crawling, insignificant person to achieving Dan-stage over the course of nearly two hundred years. He could almost be considered a small legend. Because of such a life experience, he was well-traveled, cautious in thought, and never fought a battle without being sure of victory.
Having seen the current situation, he already had a measure in his heart. The hunting party likely did not hold the moral high ground here, and unless necessary, it was best