"Tap."
A graceful figure landed behind Cui Yuanxi.
Cui Yuanxi turned and saw Cui Zhaowei. "Little Sister Zhaowei."
Cui Zhaowei cupped her hands. "Greetings, Elder Cousin."
"Zhaowei, you came just in time. Your sword flight is fast. Let's hurry after that man," Cui Yuanxi said delightedly, pointing at the golden streak receding into the distance.
Cui Zhaowei asked in puzzlement, "Why chase him? Wouldn't it be better to cut him down directly?"
"You've misunderstood, Zhaowei. This fellow Daoist is here to help the Ya Kingdom. He's already gone to suppress the cultivators from Wen and Jing. Let's catch up and lend him a hand."
Cui Yuanxi knew how strong Zhang Yuan was. Even if he was not invincible among those of his realm, ordinary cultivators could do nothing to him. Helping was secondary; the truth was that she was itching for some fun.
"I see. Thank you for the warning, Elder Cousin. I nearly misunderstood this fellow Daoist," Cui Zhaowei said in realization.
She had inherited not only her mother Jiang Peilan's talent for the sword, but also her way of doing things. When she met an enemy, she struck first, no matter what they said. Only those who could withstand one strike deserved to speak to her.
Decisive and swift, Cui Zhaowei immediately mounted her flying sword and took Cui Yuanxi with her in pursuit of the golden light.
Southwest of Mount Junya.
Whenever disciples of the Wen River Deng Clan and the Jingyang Li Clan met, a fierce battle was sure to erupt. They had barely landed before both clans suffered casualties. They were as incompatible as fire and water.
At that moment, cultivators from the two clans were confronting each other in a bamboo grove. Their cultivation was comparable: both were Sixth-Turn Qi Refining Perfected Persons