A Visitor in the Night After the Battle

The childlike immortal stood in midair atop a golden lotus, frowning in the direction Fang Shu had gone.

He wanted to pursue him and properly test his mettle. How had the boy taken a golden thunderbolt head-on without a scratch?

But at the sight of Floating Market's boundary, he held back.

Crossing that line would complicate matters. If it ruined the arrangements he had made, killing that wretch ten times over would not repay the loss.

"Formations. Gu insects." The childlike immortal weighed the words as he looked toward the place where his Four Limbs Temple disciples' deathly auras had arisen. He immediately understood what had happened.

"To make such trouble out of dealing with a few wild demons," he muttered coldly. "You lot truly are capable."

The deaths of Dai Kuan and the others did not stir him in the slightest.

He could raise plenty more outer disciples to serve as errand-running hounds whenever he pleased. Losing one made no difference.

Just then, a soft laugh sounded beside his ear.

A bank of drifting cloud floated over and stopped level with him.

Laughter came from atop it. "Fellow Daoist Jintong, you've certainly made a grand commotion today."

The childlike immortal merely flicked an eyelid. His expression remained indifferent, and he did not even look at the speaker.

"Fellow Daoist Yan Gou, you seem to have leisure to spare today, coming to watch the excitement."

Then he noticed something and turned his gaze toward the newcomer. A woman stood beside him. A mocking smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, where did you swindle this cultivation vessel from? Fine figure, fine bearing, but she seems untouched.

"Yan, you're losing your touch. You haven't even won her over yet."

Both people on the cloud changed expression at those words.