Suddenly, a fierce gust swept in.
Immediately after, a figure in red appeared before him, forcing the cultivator to disperse his Blood Escape secret technique and halt in midair.
"You? Madam Hong! Blocking my path halfway—are you planning to attack a fellow disciple?"
Seeing the familiar figure before him, a sharp light suddenly flashed in the cultivator's withered eyes, and fury surged within him.
Madam Hong's flight from the battle had been a thorn in his heart.
Had it been anyone else, that would have been one thing, but Madam Hong was his fellow disciple.
They had even agreed beforehand to advance and retreat together.
If Madam Hong had stayed, the four of them joining forces might not have been unable to escape together.
Then he... would not have needed to burn his own blood essence, damaging his foundation to such a state.
Madam Hong wore an apologetic expression. "Fellow Cultivator Tu, do not misunderstand. I bear you no ill will whatsoever."
"Hmph! If you did not come to make a move, then get out of my way. Tu has no desire to waste words on a faithless, unrighteous wretch like you."
Cultivator Tu snorted, his voice full of displeasure.
His thinking was straightforward as well. If Madam Hong had come to intercept and kill him, then in his current state, he certainly would not be able to flee.
If she truly had not come to make a move, then she must have some other scheme in mind.
No matter how he looked at it, it did not affect the attitude he would take toward her.
"Faithless and unrighteous? Fellow Cultivator Tu, are you joking?"
"Leaving aside whether you and I are the Evil Cultivators people speak of, the path of cultivation is a lone journey along the Great Dao.