The two female cultivators of the Northern Immortal Sect stood quietly beneath the pavilion. Hu Luo'er smiled at her junior sister. "You should head back tomorrow! I want to stay and have a look... this Taihua Sect is rather interesting."
Although her junior sister did not understand, she dared not say anything more. Hu Luo'er picked up the Sword Case beside her, turned, and walked back to her temporary lodgings.
All the peak masters and elders watching the battle, along with several sixth- and seventh-realm martial warrior attendants, stared at the boy swaying on his feet.
The Jingbo Peak elder, his expression utterly grim, hurried over to examine Yun Yue and could not help drawing a sharp breath!
Yun Yue's entire face had been knocked out of shape. Half his teeth had been sent flying with blood and flesh... his nose was collapsed, a mangled, bloody mess.
The elder glared fiercely at Lü Bufan, raised a hand to stuff a pill into Yun Yue's mouth, then swept him up and swiftly left using Wind-Riding.
Immortal Master Qingming flew onto the Cloud Terrace and grabbed Lü Bufan by the back of his collar, saying quietly, "You little brat, nicely done! How are you? Can you still walk?"
Lü Bufan let out the breath he had been holding and gave a smile uglier than crying. "Probably not, Peak Master... I've run out of healing pills. Could you lend me a couple to ease the pain?"
Qingming glanced at Lü Bufan's broken right arm. "Here, don't say I never gave you a pointer. That pretty auntie over there... see her? The one staring blankly at you... that female cultivator you defeated last time used to be her disciple!"
Feeling slightly guilty, Lü Bufan smiled at the beautiful peak mistress.
The beautiful woman immediately