Yan Bo had no taste for tormenting people, of course. The dozen or so men bound by the streams of water struggled for only a short while before all losing consciousness, and the water around them dispersed.
At that moment, Yuan Zhaoning emerged from the house as well. The sight of people sprawled all over the ground outside gave him quite a fright.
"Oh dear, how did so many people turn up in this remote wilderness? Every one of them armed and up to no good!"
Yan Bo shook his head and looked toward the tree over there.
"You'll have to ask those two."
At his words, the two stunned men in the tree immediately came to their senses. Of course, it was only natural that someone with such divine abilities would notice them.
Lin Xianjie and Yang Binghong jumped down from the tree one after the other. Too excited to worry about the impropriety of being bare-chested and barefoot, Lin Xianjie hurried forward and made a deep, formal bow before the house.
"This unlearned sorcerer, Lin Xianjie, pays his respects to you, Immortal!"
"Ah, I am Yang Binghong. My respects, Immortal!"
Yang Binghong hurried to bow as well. Even so, he still found it difficult to connect the Confucian scholar before him with the word "Immortal." So this was an Immortal? Up close, he didn't seem all that different from an ordinary mortal!
"Immortal? Heh, heh, heh."
Yan Bo laughed. He had met few practitioners of the Immortal Dao, and in his mind, perhaps only someone like Mr. Yi deserved that title.
"Never mind calling me an Immortal. I'm merely a man living in the mountains, planting trees and growing flowers! There's no need for such grand bows. Rise and speak."
With that, Yan Bo turned and walked into