With a boom.
An enormous white fireball flew out of the pavilion below.
As the billowing white flames drew inward, Wang Yu stood in midair just over a hundred feet from the emerald dragonfly. He looked the Long-Haired Youth up and down a few times before saying calmly:
"So it's Fellow Daoist Miao paying a late-night visit. Since you're interested in offering me a little instruction, I certainly won't refuse. But there are too many bystanders here. How about we fight over the river instead?"
"No problem. Let's head over together." At these words, the Long-Haired Youth, Miao Feng, glanced at the many immortal cultivators of the Mount Mi Sect pointing and talking below. After only a moment's consideration, he readily agreed.
The young man then tapped the enormous dragonfly beneath him with his toe and streaked toward the river in a trail of green light.
Wang Yu also formed a hand seal. White flames swept up around him, turning him into a white fireball that followed close behind.
The Qi Refining immortal cultivators in the mountain hollow exchanged bewildered looks at this sight. But immediately afterward, a dozen or so figures also rose into the sky and used escape techniques to follow them.
Most of the Qi Refining immortal cultivators pursuing them were at late Qi Refining or above. Among them, a bitter-faced man of thirty was actually at Qi Refining perfection and flew at the very front.
Shi Qiuping, the beautiful young married woman, also followed with a nervous expression.
She knew very well that her own future and her younger sister's now rested entirely on Wang Yu, this Foundation Establishment cultivator. The outcome of this battle mattered immensely to her, and she was deeply worried.
She knew that Wang Yu had indeed yet to recover from his