At last, indescribable terror appeared in the gray-robed Daoist's eyes, but Qing Xuan gave him no chance to speak.
The next moment, Qing Xuan flicked a finger.
The wind and thunder filling the sky surged back in reverse.
Before the gray-robed Daoist could utter a single word, he was sent flying away at an even faster speed than when he had arrived.
He tore through layer after layer of clouds, vanishing beyond the mountain range in the blink of an eye.
The girl slowly relaxed the hand hidden in her sleeve.
She first looked toward where the gray-robed Daoist had disappeared, then at the hand Qing Xuan had just raised, as though trying to determine what she had missed.
A moment later, she even took two steps to the side, moving past Qing Xuan's figure to look again toward the end of the mountains.
"He flew that far. He shouldn't be able to chase us back anytime soon, right?"
"If he dares come back, he won't need to leave again," Qing Xuan said with a faint smile.
At those words, a bright smile finally appeared on the girl's lips.
"He chased me for over a hundred years. It's finally his turn to hurry along."
Rather than immediately approaching Qing Xuan, she first carefully put away the Mystic Light Ruler she had swept away earlier. Only then did she straighten her slightly rumpled sleeves, step back half a pace, and formally bow to the two of them.
"Kong Xuan greets the two seniors. I will remember your grace in saving my life."
Qing Xuan's gaze shifted slightly. From the very first glance, he and Qing Yi had already understood the woman's origins.
That was also why they had helped the girl before them.
Yet Qing Xuan was still surprised that the