Hong Yi hovered in midair, looking around, but Song Wen was nowhere to be seen. She could not help but wonder where he had gone.
She did not rush to leave, however, and decided to wait a while.
After all, Gou Jun had done him a favor.
After waiting for a little over a quarter of an hour, Gou Jun finally appeared.
However, there was someone else beside Gou Jun—a strapping native man.
The native wore only a strip of beast hide around his waist. His bronze skin gleamed with an oily sheen beneath the sunlight, and his sharply defined muscles rose and fell faintly with every breath. His hair was a wild mess, yet his angular face possessed a primitive, savage sort of handsomeness.
Gou Jun dragged the native through the air with spiritual power. It was clearly the native's first time flying, and he looked terrified. His lips kept moving, yet his mouth could not open at all. Gou Jun had presumably sealed his mouth with spiritual power.
"Fellow Daoist Hong Yi, I have kept you waiting. Please do not take offense," Song Wen called out from afar.
Hong Yi paid no attention to Song Wen's words. Her gaze remained firmly fixed on the native.
Once Song Wen approached, she asked, "Gou Jun, where did you catch this native?"
Song Wen said, "A flying beast passed overhead from afar just now, with this man clutched in its talons. I saw that he had never cultivated, yet his qi and blood were abundant and his physical strength rivaled that of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, so I became quite curious. Thus, I tracked the flying beast all the way, rescued him, and planned to take him back for a thorough study. Perhaps I may obtain some body-refining method from