The night was dark, the stars high, and the fierce wind howled as though bidding farewell to their fleeing enemies. The Bright Mountain Sect group felt particularly lighthearted in the wind, all their tension and fear utterly released.
Once they were certain the band of troublesome scoundrels had vanished, they turned back and saw Wu Jinliang putting away the three magical treasures suspended in midair.
The sight of those magical treasures still hanging motionless in the air made them abruptly realize something.
They recalled how Wu Jinliang had switched to the large gourd earlier, and inevitably connected that with his and Shi Chun's origins on Mount Wukang.
They had all been elite disciples of their respective sects and were no fools. They instantly understood why Wu Jinliang, with all the formidable strength he had just displayed, had sat back and let those people escape. Keeping his true strength hidden, their asses!
Ignorance would have been bliss. Now that they understood, recalling how they had charged into battle howling, they immediately cursed Wu Jinliang's ancestors in their hearts. Fear came flooding back, and they repeatedly glanced toward the direction the others had fled.
They now all understood one thing: this was no place to linger. One after another, they darted toward Shi Chun.
Fortunately, they only knew Wu Jinliang had been bluffing the enemy. They knew nothing of his other intention in running behind them with his blade dragging along.
Wu Jinliang soon reached Shi Chun as well. First, he went aside to retrieve the fifth-grade magical treasure Shi Chun had discarded. After examining it repeatedly, he brought it over to Shi Chun and studied his complexion, which had clearly improved.
He breathed a sigh of relief as well, then asked, "Chuntian, are you all right?"
No sooner had he spoken