"Song Yan?!"
His eyes narrowed. This is bad.
As coincidence would have it, he had been watching from the sidelines when Song Yan fought Kong You on the Sword-Discussion Platform that day.
Three strokes of swordlight had left Kong You, at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer, utterly unable to fight back. That scene remained vivid in his mind.
"Oh? Someone actually recognized me?"
Little Song really did feel a secret flicker of delight.
But the cultivator in fitted clothing did not hesitate in the slightest, immediately flinging three talismans at Song Yan.
Then he turned and ran.
Boom, boom, boom!
Three successive fiery explosions sent shock waves surging through the ancient forest, startling a flock of birds into flight.
The cultivator in fitted clothing used the shock waves and smoke from the explosions to flee into the distance.
Not a chance of winning!
Nine years had passed since he entered the immortal sect. He had no particular outstanding qualities, save one that had kept him from suffering many losses.
He knew his own limits.
Someone like this was simply beyond his ability to defeat.
Yet even though he had reacted as quickly as possible and made what he considered the best choice, he still seemed unable to escape the ending awaiting him.
Amid the wind whistling past his ears, he suddenly heard a gentle chuckle.
"Heh, senior brother, we hit it off at first sight. Why are you in such a hurry to leave..."
Before the words had finished, a warm hand had already settled on his shoulder.
"Since we're about to part, let this junior brother see you off."
Even though he had prepared himself for a fierce battle, he turned deathly pale with horror.
Sword Qi surged within the broad sleeve of the hand Song Yan had placed