Under Li Ping'an's care, Huang Shan and the others recovered well.
Even Du Zhou, who had been injured the worst, could now go out for a stroll.
They wandered around the foot of the mountain.
They wondered whether they might run into the Immortal who had saved them that day.
"Hey, you've got to admit, that blind Physician's skills really are impeccable."
Du Zhou said.
A few days earlier, he had felt he was only one step from the Ghost Gate.
Yet in just these few short days, he could not only walk but run and leap high into the air.
He could even pull off a beautiful overhead kick.
Huang Shan said, "We'll have to thank him properly. He's taken such good care of us these past few days."
The others nodded in agreement.
"Do you think we might meet the Immortal who saved us that day?" one of them suddenly asked.
"A flying sword! That was so cool!"
"If only we could meet him."
The woman in fitted martial attire said, "You think Immortals are that easy to meet?"
"Hey, what's that?!"
Huang Shan's expression suddenly changed.
Just then.
Boom-!!!
Two figures charged into the mountains at tremendous speed, one behind the other.
With a thunderous boom, a large tree was swept clean in two.
Leaves flew like rain, the sheer force terrifying.
Daoist Changyun rushed forward like lightning and brought his hands together.
He shouted, "Absolution!"
Gales surged from his sleeves. A massive tree that even three people could not encircle was blasted in half at the waist by the wind.
Even a hundred-pound boulder would probably have been blown to pieces.
Li Ping'an landed, the Fusang Saber in hand.
"Cleave!"
He slashed.
With a thunderous boom, the saber descended slowly, without any dazzling blade light.
It