Wenlong and Ruan Qianqian were busy gathering materials for a hot-air balloon. They also planned to settle near the Sea of Death and hire others to help build it.
With Ruan Qianqian at his side, he traveled toward the Sea of Death, dusty and weary from the road. The closer they came, the more excited he grew.
It felt as though he was drawing ever closer to the Immortal Realm, and a resolve to throw himself into the undertaking rose within him.
As the two crossed a mountain forest, a mysterious man suddenly darted out, seized Ruan Qianqian, and whisked her away in an instant.
Wenlong blanched in shock. Someone had approached without him noticing at all-this man's skills were certainly no ordinary matter.
Although he had been lost in thought, abducting Ruan Qianqian so swiftly without alerting him was truly astonishing.
He was just about to give chase when the mysterious man stopped. Still holding Ruan Qianqian rather than fleeing, he stood at a distance and watched Wenlong.
Wenlong had seen this mysterious man before. He was the one who had helped him defeat the man in black last time.
He slowly drew his sword. "Let her go, and I'll overlook this offense."
After all, the man had helped him. He could hardly repay kindness with vengeance and strike to kill over a disagreement.
The mysterious man said nothing. His eyes kept sizing Wenlong up, and he looked utterly unconcerned.
Wenlong had held back long enough. Seeing the man's indifference, he erupted in fury. "Death to anyone who hurts my friends!" Before the words had finished leaving his mouth, he struck in a burst of rage.
His sword gleamed as it shot straight toward the mysterious man, swift as lightning and trailing afterimages.
The mysterious man remained unfazed. He