"All right, Major General Huadu!" Li Xiaoya nodded at her words. Clearly, this female warrior knew he had helped rescue them and believed he meant them no harm. He answered in a low voice, then moved, appearing atop the Tall Tower in an instant.
"This junior bows in gratitude for your lifesaving grace, Senior!" The female warrior was the first to bow respectfully to Li Xiaoya and thank him.
"Oh, there's no need! It was nothing!" Li Xiaoya replied casually. Although he had intervened mainly for Young Master Tianshang and Young Master Yang's sake, he could hardly have stood by without helping. That was simply his nature, rather than something he did for any particular person.
"Yes, Senior! Please follow me!" the female warrior hurriedly replied. Knowing Li Xiaoya disliked excessive ceremony, she was about to lead him farther into the island...
"Hmm?" Li Xiaoya's expression suddenly shifted. As though he had noticed something, he looked into the distance...
There!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! A series of rushing sounds came from within the island as seven or eight figures flew swiftly out. One of them was a Black Human Race Cultivator. Their auras were all astonishing; clearly, none were ordinary cultivators.
Leading them was an extremely young, handsome man who looked only about twenty. Yet he, too, had a head of white hair. Dressed in Daoist robes, this warrior radiated an exceptionally powerful aura. One glance was enough to tell that he was no mortal warrior, but an Immortal Cultivator...
"An honored guest has arrived! Forgive me for failing to come out farther to welcome you, fellow Daoist!" the white-haired cultivator in Daoist robes said in a low voice.
"Hmm? Fellow Daoist?" Hearing that greeting, Li Xiaoya knew the other man had recognized him as an Immortal Cultivator. After all,