Lu Feng was so absorbed in using the Mystic Origin Bright Dao Eye to observe the routes their true qi took as they activated their secret arts, while also pondering Liu Xiaofei's refusal to marry, that he failed to notice them drawing closer.
How sharp was Liu Xiaofei? Back at the inn, he had noticed even the few casual hand gestures Sun Jiuyang had made. Now that the sword qi had scattered the windblown sand, he spotted Lu Feng watching from the sidelines at once.
Everyone else only knew the current Lu Feng as the Green-Haired Monkey with a streak of light beneath his feet, but Liu Xiaofei knew the whole story. Of course he knew the Green-Haired Monkey was Lu Feng in disguise, and naturally called out to him.
Yet after that first shout, he hesitated. Lu Feng was not holding the Rusty Sword, nor did he have any method of concealing his aura. The aura of a heavenly immortal was clearly perceptible around him.
It was precisely that heavenly immortal aura that made Liu Xiaofei uncertain. They had parted only a little over three years ago, and when he had last seen Lu Feng, Lu Feng had merely been at the nascent soul stage. Three years later, he had actually become a heavenly immortal. At that speed, he would practically have to be Pangu reborn.
Whatever. Whether he's Qushàn doesn't matter. What matters is dragging him into this. One more person means less pressure on me. Otherwise, how am I supposed to escape?
Having made up his mind, Liu Xiaofei immediately shouted, "Qushàn, help me!"
Seeing Liu Xiaofei call for help, the leading disciple of the Black Iron Sword Sect immediately shouted, "Friend, wherever you hail from, the Black Iron Sword Sect is conducting its business here. We