Li Shan's heart gave a jolt. Fortunately he was already prepared, and without even looking at the newcomer, he crushed a pre-prepared talisman. At the same time, the bottom of the boat split open silently, river water surging wildly inward, and the talisman's spiritual light fell into the water, immediately producing dense mist.
Amidst the mist, the figures of both Li Shan and Sun Jie vanished.
On the river surface, the mist spread with extreme speed. In the blink of an eye, it spanned ten miles, lacking any specific source while its range continued to expand, already concealing half of both the nearby riverbanks and green mountains.
Someone on the riverbank cursed, "This trick again!"
As for Core Formation cultivators, even at the initial stage, their sensory range of the six senses already exceeded one mile, and sweeping ten miles was not difficult. Yet these two, Li Shan and Sun Jie, invariably followed mist talismans by immediately employing some kind of escape technique; water, wood, gold, or stone, they treated them all like flat ground, moreover concealing their auras so that people had no way of detecting them.
Over the past two days, using precisely this trick, they had twice escaped far away from the hands of these people. The encirclement teams led by three Core Formation combatants had failed repeatedly, infuriating the master of the house so much that he stamped his feet and cursed, resenting his subordinates for losing face in front of distinguished guests, which placed massive pressure upon him.
With no other choice, Qu Shan, the person in charge here, could only spend some money to invite specialists in this trade to come and deal with the situation.
"Daoist Master Huifeng, look at this..."
Beside him, the cloth-robed Daoist gently stroked the short beard beneath his