"Eh? It's him??" Zhang Yuhe's divine sense had swept over him long ago, and she cried out in astonishment.
"Who?" Zhang Yutong was puzzled. She did not seem to recognize that distant Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"Have you forgotten, Sister?" Zhang Yuhe sneered. "At the Feathered Immortal Convention that day, this man came out of the illusion array and even used his flying sword to assassinate another severely wounded female cultivator. I blocked him with Purple Spirit. Hmph, what right does a person like him have to wield a flying sword?"
"Oh!" Zhang Yutong suddenly understood and nodded slightly. "I vaguely remember him! But that day, this bastard seemed to have been expelled from the Vast Realm of the Taiqing Sect by his elders... This is bad! Senior Deming calculated everything, yet he missed this bastard. Could he... be here to cause trouble for us sisters?"
Zhang Yuhe glanced at Liu Weigang as he flew closer, her face full of disdain. "Isn't he merely a Daoist cultivator who has just stepped into Foundation Establishment? How could he possibly be a match for us sword cultivators? If he has any ideas, I'll let Purple Spirit taste his blood!"
As she spoke, a trace of baleful intent flashed through Zhang Yuhe's eyes!
"Don't let your guard down, Sister!" Zhang Yutong slowed her sword light and repeatedly swept the area with her divine sense, yet found nothing unusual. She said strangely, "Since this bastard has blocked our path, he must be confident. But can he alone withstand the two of us?"
"Could he be... here to thank us?" Zhang Yuhe laughed as well. "Could it be that my sword strike gave him enlightenment and allowed him to find an opportunity for Foundation Establishment? Is that why he hurried ahead to wait for us?"
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