At that moment, the dozen or so Mount Mi Sect immortal cultivators watching from the riverbank were overjoyed. They discussed the battle excitedly, and striking phrases such as "ninety-eight spell patterns," "killed a cultivator of the same stage," and "first-tier medium spirit vein" could faintly be heard.
The man at qi refining perfection with the bitter expression had somehow already reached Shi Qiuping's side. After noticing the flash of delight on the young married woman's face, he cupped his hands and asked:
"Fairy Shi, now that the sect master has won, should we send word back immediately, before the other brothers in the sect act rashly in the heat of the moment?"
"You're absolutely right, Brother Duan. I'll send my younger sister a communication talisman right away and have her calm everyone else in the sect." Startled by his words, the young woman immediately collected herself. She took a communication talisman from inside her robes, murmured a few words into it, then raised her hand, sending it streaking through the air as a trail of fire.
The bitter-faced man did much the same, releasing several communication talismans himself.
He was none other than the immortal cultivator Wang Yu had mentioned, Duan Tianming.
Above the river, the blue pearl that had missed its target circled once in the air, then flew back toward the spot Wang Yu was watching.
High in the sky there, a faint blue light flashed, revealing an old man dressed in blue sect robes. His expression was rather unpleasant, and his gaze toward Wang Yu even held faint traces of fear.
Clearly, seeing a single Flame Blade cut down a cultivator of the same stage had made this sect elder, whose cultivation was much the same, deeply wary of Wang Yu.
After all, even with his