This chapter was written yesterday during the day. I had to go out on business, so it's a little short. Please forgive me.
"What happened?"
Peng Suo drew a deep breath. Their group had just settled the major matter at Xi Yu Lake and was returning south along the rainbow bridge of Gathering Immortals Bridge. Naturally, they had seen this scene as well.
Though they were currently caught between neither side, Gathering Immortals Bridge connected to the Linggang Mountain range, within the reach of the spiritual transformation laws, so they could still sense the situation over there.
Looking north, they saw Ye Banshan's sword intent cast down, standing alone within the scroll painting, rising and sinking uncertainly amid the encircling Demon Tide. In the southeast, though sword intent cried out in response, not a single great sword immortal rose into the air. Instead, the sword at his waist gave a low hum—it was Chen Longchuan's inherited sword answering the call.
He could not help asking again, "What happened?"
"Hot blood rushing to the head, I suppose." Li Bocai answered in a chilly voice.
At those words, golden light flashed in Peng Suo's eyes like swords. He glared furiously. In that instant, he had completely forgotten the gap in their status and cultivation. Just as Li Bocai had said, hot blood surged in his heart, and he had even gripped his sword hilt.
Though Creation and Purification had always been at odds, and he himself belonged to the Creation lineage, at a time like this, how could Li Bocai utter such cold, sarcastic remarks?
A cold laugh suddenly sounded from nearby. The one laughing was that Li Chen Sect disciple who had been so lust-driven and bold enough to take advantage of another's peril, nearly "swallowing" Ling Jiao alive.
Li Bocai