Yi Shuyuan stood on the bank. Qi Zhongbin looked toward the Fishing Old Man over there and could not help sighing.
"Hero Mai has reached the Innate Realm in martial arts. Though he cannot enjoy the enduring youth of the Immortal Dao, he should still be able to preserve his looks. Yet now, he looks rather aged."
Yi Shuyuan closed his eyes slightly, seemingly sensing many things. When he opened them again, he seemed to reach through the aura surrounding the Fishing Old Man, using Spirit Sense to perceive the many tangled emotions within him.
In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the A Fei of old would always be brimming with youthful vigor. Perhaps that was because he had met Yi Shuyuan during the most vibrant years of his life.
Much must have happened to A Fei over the years. He, too, had weathered the vicissitudes of life.
While Yi Shuyuan reflected on this, the fighting on the bank had already reached a fever pitch.
The clang of clashing blades rang out incessantly. Both sides were fighting with all their might, and every collision left another nick in their weapons.
Clearly, both sides were people who licked blood from the edges of their blades. They were prepared to kill or be killed, and there was no trick they would not use.
The pursuers numbered over twenty, while those who had originally been fleeing numbered only six. One was a youth who, though seemingly skilled in martial arts, had clearly already been injured and appeared to be the focus of everyone's protection.
"Ah-!"
A scream rang out as a woman took a palm strike, instantly opening a gap in their protective circle. Several others were wounded in quick succession.
One of the six, however, was clearly far more skilled than the others. He