Cloudridge Valley.
After devouring the Glacio Rider, Ling An had gained the ability to turn Crimson Gold Flowing Flame into a motorcycle.
He reached the vicinity of the coordinates as fast as he could.
Any Tacet Discord foolish enough to get in his way was run over.
To avoid alerting the enemy, he withdrew his true form while still far away and sensed the presences all around him.
This was where he and Tide Sis had first met.
An enemy!
Ling An looked toward the center of the former Tacet Field.
"Heh, I knew I wasn't mistaken."
In the darkness, it was as though a lamp had been lit.
A Daoist in filthy robes stepped out of the darkness and into view. He looked incredibly old, his face strangely contorted.
"So it really was you."
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, young friend. Heh, you're finally here."
His aged arm emerged from his robes, dragging a tightly bound figure out from behind him.
Ling An's gaze sharpened. It was indeed Chixia.
There was blood on her face, and she was unconscious.
"What did you do to her?" Ling An demanded.
"Relax. I only knocked her unconscious. Her paltry strength is nowhere near enough to interest me."
As the Mad Daoist spoke, his twisted gaze roamed over Ling An.
"So I'm your target," Ling An said quietly, his eyes locked firmly on the Mad Daoist.
All he needed was an opening, and he could kill him instantly.
"Want to kill me? Heh, let's see which of us is faster." He pressed his long fingernail against Chixia's neck, and a bead of blood slowly trickled down.
"I don't recall making an enemy of any Daoist," Ling An said, his gaze cold.
"Of course not. I came down from the