Lu You patted his gray robe, looked at Tu Junfang, and said calmly:
"I don't need to say anything else, do I?"
Tu Junfang shuddered violently and gave a rueful smile. He understood what Lu You meant.
"I understand, I understand. I'll head down the mountain right now."
Without hesitation, he turned and ran, not daring to spare another thought for the defeated stragglers on the ground. He soon vanished into the depths of the forest.
He sprinted toward the foot of the mountain.
He muttered under his breath.
"Fuck me. I've seen plenty in my life, but this is the first time I've ever met someone like that.
"Zhang Boduan? Or Lü Dongbin?
"Or even Zhang Daoling?
"In modern society, there are still immortals and gods walking the earth..."
He was so powerful that Tu Junfang could not even muster the thought of resisting, much less the courage to flee.
It was like standing on the edge of a towering cliff and looking down into an ink-black abyss ten thousand feet deep. You knew you would die if you jumped, so you would not jump.
Lu You withdrew his gaze and looked at the two girls-or, more precisely, mainly at Lu Linglong.
Zhi Jinhua, who had been helped to her feet, was still crying, though much more quietly now. It was not because she was in less pain, but because she had been frightened.
She looked at Lu You with profound awe, her eyes evasive.
All around them, the wretched wails had not stopped for a moment.
Lu Linglong looked at Lu You, her lips moving as though she wanted to say something.
The brutality of combat between Outsiders was plain to see.
Was this how the older generation fought? Terrifying!
"Little girl, you want to ask why