The thunderstorm lasted quite a while. Even after the lightning and thunder ceased, the rain kept falling.
And only when the thunder stopped did the magical duel between the demon and the immortal who had brought on this rain finally end.
The Sword Immortal stood atop a cloud. The cat demon who had just fought him had vanished, but not because he had slain her. She had escaped, and she had not headed toward Pingzhou.
Truthfully, this duel had dealt a considerable blow to the Sword Immortal's confidence.
Once one's cultivation reached a certain level, a magical duel was not always a prolonged struggle. With cultivation, spells, timing, and terrain all coming together, victory or defeat often hinged on a single instant.
So it was when the Sword Immortal slew demons: often, they had no chance to react at all.
"This monster saw through every one of my sword moves. She could even sense the changes in my sword intent."
The Sword Immortal murmured to himself. Although he seemed to have driven the monster away, he felt no joy. For the first time, he even entertained a somewhat absurd notion: could this monster's cultivation be higher than his?
With cultivation like hers, did she still need to mingle in the mortal world?
Perhaps it really was as she had said: she happened to be here, wandering the mortal world for a little amusement.
Or perhaps this demon spawn was brewing some major scheme...
In the Wang Household's reception hall in Pingzhou City, Master Golden Light and Wu Sunheng sat waiting while Master Wang brought Wang Shicai over.
Wang Shicai approached the old monk with some apprehension, afraid that he really would take him up the mountain to become a monk. But the old monk looked kindly at him, nodded after