Yan Boguang and his sister escorted Xue Lingjun into the back courtyard. Solitary Mountain Temple had long stood abandoned, with no monks residing there, and weeds overran the courtyard. Yan Boguang noticed that although flames blazed at the main gate and had spread to the walls on either side, the fire had not yet reached the back courtyard. Even more pleasingly, there was a small door there. He pointed at it and said, "Let's leave through here!"
Yan Nujiao said, "Didn't Lord Hu tell us to wait for him here?"
"If we don't leave now, we might not be able to later," Yan Boguang said. He had another calculation in mind: while Hu Xiaotian held off their pursuers, they could seize the opportunity to escape Solitary Mountain Temple. Yan Boguang was no fool. Even if they were lucky enough to escape today, there was no guarantee Hu Xiaotian would not settle accounts with him afterward. He had to hide from Du Tianhuo, from the Blade Demon, and from Hu Xiaotian too.
"How can you be certain there's no ambush outside?" Xue Lingjun asked. She had barely finished speaking when a golden streak shot into the night sky beyond the courtyard, then blossomed into a five-colored firework. Her eyes were drawn to it, and she exclaimed delightedly, "Reinforcements are here!"
Hearing that reinforcements had arrived, Yan Boguang and his sister were secretly delighted as well. They looked up into the night sky, hoping someone would come to their rescue.
Xue Lingjun took a Five-Colored Cloud-Piercing Arrow from her waist, lit its fuse, and fired it into the night sky in reply.
Before long, a dark silhouette appeared above them. It was a magnificent snow eagle, enormous in size, with a wingspan of roughly twenty feet. A white-robed man rode on its