Just as Li Ping was recovering his magical power.
Above a great river in the Cloudmist Mountains, nearly eight thousand li from Feng Lan.
Clad in blood-red robes, Yan Liming surveyed his surroundings with a grim expression.
Mr. Yan, Windmist True Person, and Little Azure Dragon formed a triangle around him, their auras locking firmly onto him.
If he so much as moved, he would draw a thunderous strike from all three!
"You wretched bitch!" He glared bitterly at Miao Rou, who had hidden outside the encirclement, wishing he could cut her into a thousand pieces on the spot.
Over the past year, Yan Liming had tested Miao Rou several times, cautiously keeping himself out of sight each time.
Recently, however, the Four Demonic Sects had invaded and begun a great war with the Defender Alliance in the Yuan Kingdom. He could no longer linger outside his sect for long.
Moreover, he had repeatedly checked the location of the Blood God Mark and found nothing unusual. He had already concluded that Yan Kun had not died at the hands of that woman, Bai Yurong.
This had undoubtedly put him much more at ease about Miao Rou.
Thus, taking advantage of Bai Yurong's initiation ceremony for her new disciples today, he had decisively set out to reestablish contact with Miao Rou and discover exactly what had happened between her and Yan Kun.
Then he would return to his sect immediately.
Instead, the instant he appeared, three fighters with Core Formation-level strength surrounded him, plunging him into peril.
Yan Liming knew escaping this time would be difficult. He sneered mockingly, "Yan Changqiu, Bai Yurong, don't you pride yourselves on following the righteous path?
"What, two mid-stage Core Formation cultivators are going to gang up on a mere early-stage cultivator like me? Have