The precious banner and gourd had been snatched away in succession, and the two Daoist novices grew agitated. Shi Feiyang looked sunny and amiable, the sort of person who inspired goodwill at first sight. They had meant to ask his name and make friends, never imagining that he would pry information out of them and steal their treasures.
They each released a flying sword. Two beams of yellow light tinged with blue-green hovered side by side before them, pointing shakily at Shi Feiyang. "Give our things back right now, or we'll stab you with our flying swords!"
Shi Feiyang reached out again, swift as lightning, and seized both flying swords as well.
The two novices sucked in a breath of cold air and hurriedly formed hand seals to recall their swords. The swords merely trembled in Shi Feiyang's hand, unable to fly away.
Shi Feiyang swept his hand over them. Their radiance vanished, revealing their true forms. He glanced over them. "Forged from white iron essence, but the craftsmanship is terrible, and they haven't been nurtured or refined properly either. Your Golden Flower Church must not excel at swordsmanship. That does match what I remember."
Only then did the two novices feel afraid. Cold sweat broke out over both of them, and they exchanged a glance, each seeing profound terror in the other's eyes. Still, the novice who had held the banner summoned his courage and asked, "Might we ask your Daoist name, Senior? Have you also come to slay the Monster Dragon?"
The other novice hastily added, "If you wish to slay that Monster Dragon too, Senior, we won't capture it. We'll gladly leave it to you."
"Yes, yes! The Monster Dragon is yours to capture, Senior. We only ask that you return Our Cult's treasures so we can