After Li Ping'an received his payment, he left Yunhe County that very day.
"Sir! Sir!"
Just then, Huang Shan and the others hurried after him.
At this moment, these young people, fresh out into the world, finally understood.
The immortal had been right beside them all along.
Hearing that Li Ping'an was leaving, they had hurried out after him.
They chased him for over two li before finally catching sight of his retreating figure.
The autumn wind was a brush, dipped deep in the setting sun.
Li Ping'an sat on Old Ox's back.
He held a leaf between his lips, a faint, lazy smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Sir!!"
They called several times, but Li Ping'an did not stop.
And the distance between them kept growing.
"Sir, wait..." Huang Shan shouted.
"Leave Yunhe County as soon as you can."
A warm, mellow voice drifted back on the wind from ahead.
Before long, Yunhe County would probably cease to exist.
Things turned out just as Li Ping'an had expected.
On a moonless, windy night, a raging fire broke out in Yunhe County.
A sea of fiery red, a sea of clouds and mist.
It was as though all of Yunhe County had been enveloped in a dreamlike world.
Boundless firelight appeared in the darkness in its most bewitching guise.
People's screams rang out through the howling wind.
On Yunhe Mountain, in Yunhe County.
The Mountain God raised his head and looked at the figure in midair.
He swallowed and offered a feeble explanation. "A misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"
"A misunderstanding?"
True Person Zhang hovered in midair, the aura pouring from his body like a gigantic, keen-edged sword, carrying an overbearing, ferocious power.
The entire mountain, held under Aura Lock, was surrounded by a crushing pressure like